A War - Poem by Adalie Hettie
Is there a certain art to war?
Moving piece by piece through each man’s quarrel-
Where will I find the blood soaked words?
Stains that tell the story of each soldiers’ sword.
From political to religious so many sought to win
To beating the black man because he wasn’t like Him.
And with so many wars for freedom fought,
Knowing the core of his brother’s heart was lost.
Under every bandaged wound and
Behind every frightened shield,
Lays the now crippled man fighting for his will.
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