Joe Nemeth


Chess - Poem by Joe Nemeth

It’s a sadistic game, we’re all making up new reasons to blame,
To bring in the other factor, finish the equation and start the war,
Military induced fame, but there’s no real sensible long-term aim,
Except spill blood on the sands and forget whats really worth fighting for.

It’s an aristocrats hobby, their devilish and ridiculous past-time,
“I’m sick of old men dreamin’ up was for young men to die in.”
Military budgets? They ain’t worth another god-damned dime,
‘Cause “when the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die.”

Got a problem with someone? Can’t understand how the answer is for millions to die,
Breath a word, and a couple hundred-thousand soldiers get ready to die by the sword,
So for the sake of humanity, watch what you say, good men don’t need to die for a lie,
Tread carefully, near billion people followin’ your footsteps like their bound with cord.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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