War Of Some Against Rest Poem by Scott Forster

War Of Some Against Rest



'When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.'(1 Corinthians 13: 11)

A silent minority suffer at the hands of a ruling few
The democrat remarks “ yeah but who’s ruling who”?
I’ll tell you who
They’re ruling people just like me and you
They’ve got one hand on your wallet another on the trigger
They might change the bars but the cage never gets bigger.
As if it even matters who you vote for
It won’t stop the oppression
It won’t end the war.
Damned it you do, damned it you don’t
The ballot slips in, they win claiming you voted them in
You refuse, sleep in ignore the issue go on with life all the same
They will use your resistance as a battering ram to claim
You haven’t got a right to complain.
The suffragettes what did they succeed in winning
The right for women to degrade themselves
thinking they decide more than who will hold the chains
Whose who sell the war games
Whose who mastermind the flames
The hell that burst from the bombs
But it’s over the sea, so it allows them to see
Themselves removed from all of that
Living in narrow confined life.
A bubble, on the shelf, ignorant self.
Ignoring all others pains
Dismissing the agony caused by F-16 planes
Lies placed on the tv screen
Tell you war is glory
As children, flesh burnin’, scream.
It’s irrelevant
Whether you kill a child with a grenade
with their parents dependent on your foreign aid
a bloody pool of poverty, a mess you made.

They’ll easy sell a lie will the BBC, CNBC, ITV, NBC
Your only kidding yourself
Wishing for unbiased content
understand there’s a name for it all
It’s called ‘manufacturing consent’.

Soldiers slaughter civilians in the sands of the east
Trumpeted as champions of peace
By the warrior cult.
At the same time as they shoot an innocent man in the head
Plant a gun in his hand and write in reports that’s why he’s dead.
Rampant corruption, symptomatic of the system
‘disappear a family’ and only get’s noticed when someone missed them.
Every military affair has a racist air
Xenophobic rants dragged out when asked why they’re over there.
What’s to be expected, when Nazi sympathizers are accepted?
Into our so called 'boys', the power elite’s play toys.
They’ll tell you it’s not like this.
But they don’t know what’s going on
The training robbed their humanity, fed them up in vanity
Bred them to kill then led them to thrill at the thought of getting caught by an afghan
So they can feel like a real man.
go home and beat his children
cause he's so messed up from the horror of it all.

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Scott Forster

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