Code Of Men Poem by Matt Bennett

Code Of Men



Uselessly divine,
Incredibly benign.
A destructive force,
An incredible farce.
Breathless cries,
Blood-thristy lies.
Foreign nations,
Idle incarnations.

Broken lives,
Kept with knives.
Personified leeches,
Invader breeches.
Corpses decay,
No game to play.
Code of men,
Written in inkless pen.

A code of honour no man will follow,
A corpse, a shell left broken and hollow.
A gunshot to the head of the defenseless,
A war left unfought yet still endless.
A touch of love left in one signle hand,
A bloodstained field centred in the promised land.
A horizon left completely out of touch.
A thousand souls can never be enough.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem represents my view on wars, and how I find that war in the modern age seems to be fought without honour, when if you look at wars in the past you may be able to see that although men are fighting between each other, there still is a hint of honour in war. How in early 17th-19th century wars prisoners of war, were given full quarters and medical aid, but these days that isn't the case. I do also talk about how the USA claim to be the land of the free (or in my words, the promised land) , yet the USA is built on the blood of their enemies. I know that many people may not agree with my point of view on this, but that's what this is, a point of view, an opinion, it is not fact. But I ask of you, if you do not agree with my opinion, please do not read into the meaning behind this poem, and just read it. I thank all those who read, comment and rate this poem. Your comments I find a great help to my poetry.
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