Endless War Poem by DM W

The light has died in these weary soldiers' eyes
As the world is riddled with endless war;
As fighter planes hover like birds of prey;
O look at these bruised blue - black, wounded skies!
O cities on fire in the Persian night! ;
Buildings are now crumbling into dust.

Children scream among the rubble and dust.
Their fragile dreams are broken in the night.
Then, the stark sound of silence fills the skies
Metal hunters stalk their skeletal prey.
They're the cold, calculated godsof war.
The future is ripped out of people's eyes.

Although they call out to God as they pray,
All they can perceive are grey clouds of dust
No healing grace descends from tender skies.
No angels appear before waiting eyes.
Only Moloch is satisfied by war.
His triumphant roars permeate the night.

No pure light of dawn; all is endless night
Moloch prepares to strike as people pray.
He instructs his armies to prolong war.
He observes all things with ten thousand eyes.
He commands the land, the sea and the skies.

Yet more metal birds of prey fill the skies
As Moloch covers everything in night
Nothing passes his ever watchful eyes,
He will devour everyone of his prey.
He wants to grind everyone into dust.
He spits on peace and promotes endless war.

Neo- cons keep on beating the drums of war.
Their warped weapons rule over weary skies.
Their legacy is blood & bones & dust.
They will not go gently into the night.
Money is their god and life is their prey.
All I see are dollar signs in their eyes.

When all is dust, will cruel war continue?
Will our tired eyes look towards bluer skies?
Will new dreams grace the night? I hope and pray.