Ode To War Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

I
Oh you mighty foe
Bringer of death
And freer of famine
We are blind to your arrival
II
Sharp swords once
Now your weapons advanced
You renew yourself at any given chance
Your intelligence is your lance
III
The first to love you were the Titans
Your power excites them
Then Anthony and Napoleon
You’re our villain
Then Kings and Queens of every sort
With them you prefer to consort
Then Hitler the tyrant
He killed the innocent for you, you fool
Then Bush, but you followed him to war
He was like you, you adored him
Too bad that now you ignore him
IV
You the
Bringer of land
Death
Gold
Tears
Lost limbs
V
Why do you allow us to fight?
Why does each generation show your might?
The honest jest is that we need you now to live
To die to live, live to die
How usual