Poem: War, War

My hero; your villain

we mourn; you celebrate

we praise; you despair

right; right

wrong; wrong

each says, as

we die; you die

war, war.

 

Born a year earlier; later

thing land; that land

hero’s become villains, then,

villains are hero’s

from celebrating to tears

from dejection to jubilation

all cause the groud changed

but not the emotions or understandings we feel

war, war.

 

Detachment not attachment

love for man not for land

traditions, religions, and cultures secondary to the

individual, sapien and being

not a patriot, archaic like nationalism

nor a puppet moving on strings

neither your beliefs told to you

then

war, war

no more.

 

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