War Is A Cul-De-Sac... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

War Is A Cul-De-Sac...


They count the young Soul's pooled in black,
from the red it once poured and just like that-
it crusts like burnt bark on smoldered grain
'til darkness sets in...and comes the rain.
mixing with the oil that is lord of this game.

Those fortunate enough to dodge, survive -
the crack of wet flames, the snipers eye
say prayers, go to sleep in a bowel stenched hole,
'til War say's 'Good-morning and chaos unfolds
a message in blood: ''War's back for more Soul's''!

Such a vicious cul-de-sac this beast we call, 'War',
a relentless housed circle with no back-scape doors;
it harbors no bias...taking both rich and poor,
some hundred millions years haven't shortened the breadth
of the anti-Christ, 'War', its blood stains and Death!




FjR-MMXV