Screams of pain and anger
People loosing their lives
But for what?
Famine?
...
Brutal mutilation
World abomination
This is where your soul will come to die
...
In Search of nothing
Dormant minds stand still
Endless upsets
Never finding truth.
...
In front of behind
I stare at the sand
With grass growing through
A crystallised hand
...
I stand and see
Into my eyes
Into the back of my childhood mind
...
Lightning quickens
The pace, the race
The rat has his place
In time it’s 13
...
Weeping distortions
Drone in the fear
Beyond the nightscape
Beyond the glass
...
The leaders Triune
You shall obey
For when we march
Your armies shall fade away
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I live in North Yorkshire, England with my girlfriend and our 4 children. I enjoy rugby league, fishing, falconry, and generally been outdoors. I also train and fly birds of prey. I've been writing since my mid teens and often wondered about submitting some of my work to be published but never though any good enough.)
The Art Of War.
Screams of pain and anger
People loosing their lives
But for what?
Famine?
Drought?
Or the worst cause of all,
War!
Mans first and last try for suicide
The grief of millions can’t be denied
But who’s fault is this?
Who can we blame?
Politicians! !
They’re all the god damned same
All they want is power and wealth
But all they do is endanger our health
Can we live
under this constant threat of death?
I don’t really think so
But what will be left?
Nothing! !
But a burnt out core
For this is what will happen
In a nuclear war........