Brother versus brother, an eye for an eye,
and all the while the innocent die,
The leaders and generals, tucked up in bed,
more women and children, dead.
Not for an ideal, no winnable war,
bombs in our name fall on some foreign shore,
The public sit back in some sort of coma,
subdued and trancelike from television soma.
Millions of voices, please, please no,
no heed my friends, in they go,
Brother versus brother, an eye for an eye,
how many more 'collaterals' will die?
(Goggs '06)
Awesome write, Nomad... strikingly brilliant throughout and a great ending line. Point well made! ! Brian
Yess-war can be quiyte an i soar for one's menu in life's news hedlynes. This was a very inTENseful read. God bless all poets-MJG.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are no new wars; every war is the same down through the ages. Who was the cold SOB who coined the term 'collaterol damage' anyway? One who never lost someone in this way... Dead soldier or civilian, it's all the same - they're dead... Effective write.