Mark R Slaughter
Ode To War - Poem by Mark R Slaughter
War is war with Nature's peace -
Eternal is the pounding drill.
War is Man in Evil's grease -
Besmeared is he with chronic ill.
War deplores the question: ‘Why? '
War emits her eerie cry:
'Oh! human nature in extremis,
E'er you sport your raging p*nis
Raping us until the grave.
War aggressive, war perverse,
War oppressive, be our curse!
Up the tension; not to mention
Pain to bear and loss to share -
We're bait for you to so deprave! '
In war I love an ugly rhyme -
Like a piss, it passes time.
War created aberrant charm:
Behold! the beauty in the Bomb!
'A bloom for me, a mushroom head -
Oh shrine of cloud, you are the dead.'
War is colour so demeaned:
Blood red, flash white,
Spattered o'er the civvies' plight.
War is baying:
'Victory -! Hail the winner! Fail the loser! '
Pitiful; there are no winners, sinners!
If winners that we must define, it's
But the side who suffered less - yes;
No less! Powerless be us all.
War - sounds almost onomatopoeic:
War; gore; implore; score (to settle) :
Floor, on which you lie when dying,
Crying, spying, putrefying -
War bears childhood fantasies:
Toy soldiers for young boys,
Computers now with games,
Destroy with click of mouse,
‘I shoot you down in flames! '
War is educational:
Jane's Infantry Weapons.
Now I have a great idea -
A birthday present with a sneer!
War is shame with Man to blame.
Shame on you! Shame on Man!
Damn your bomb and battle plan!
Deny the fight! Befriend the foe!
For if they do, then Man must go.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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