Oh Yeah, The Wars... - Poem by Dwight Jenkins
The river is not even moving today
It's as dead as a flag with no breeze
The sentiments once so inflamed in 'the day'
Are as mad as a cow with disease
To think? We don't know! To feel? About what?
Fresh deaths in the wars that aren't here?
The wars all have half-lives the 4-Stars nail shut
While their government measures in years
Sorrow is unbound by measures of these
For the families, who measure in tears
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