War Has His Say Poem by David Welch

I was there when old Troy burned,
all the babies I dashed and hurled,
slayed Hector and Achilles,
made Priam scream in agony.

I was there at the Fall of Rome,
snuffed a light half the world had known,
slammed the door on the Classic Age,
with angry Goths storming in a rage.

Next I came for the Byzantines,
to put down that stubborn Roman dream,
emperor fell in the battle rough,
let loose the Ottomans on Europe.

You can't get rid of me,
I‘m what you don't want
but you know that you need.
Some things will always be,
but you hate, you hate, you hate
to be a part of me.

I strode tall at Yorktown's field,
helped George Washington seal the deal,
Cornwallis for surrender begged,
clearing the road for freedom ahead.

I struck hard at Richmond's line,
in the trenches, in the muck and grime,
until Lee fled from Petersburg's route,
I hounded him and brought down the south.

I took the sword to the Nazis,
slaughtered Krauts there at Normandy,
took France with Patton's tanks,
saved some Jews from monsters rank.

You can't get rid of me,
I'm what you don't want
but you sometimes need.
Some things will always be,
and you hate, you hate, you hate
To be a part of me.
But it's your fate, your fate, your fate
To be the heart of me.