The War Room Poem by C.R. Ebowski

The War Room

Rating: 4.0


Everyday I visit the war room.
O.D. green clothing lines a closet
All dress right dress, two fingers apart.

Plaques with pathetic inscriptions are hung.
Metals dangle from a dusty shadowbox.
With the American flag, worn next to my heart.

Pictures of time once lived accents the awards
Cheap frames immortalize a time best forgotten.
Everything is here, everything I earned from the start.

I resent who I have become during that time,
Worthless memorabilia of my proudest hour.
Now I loath the war room art.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ted Sheridan 12 February 2007

We are all but discarded in this world where peace is a lie and war is looked upon as evil.....the real evil is in the lie that there can be peace without victory. History repeats itself.

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