The American Dream: War Poem by Sydne Morris

War smells like…..
Wet paint on a new car
Rotting flesh on mended bones
Dripping cold blood
Whiskey around the camp fire
Repulsive body odor
Wet musty sweat
Hot ham & turkey at home
Compost at Black Hills
5 finger discount Poison Perfume at Macy’s

War looks like …..
Hell on earth
Death seeping from the ground
Impassive faces on the dead
Dismantling jail cells
Decaying medicine
Thin, clothes barely staying on those thin bodies
Little kids rolling in the mud

War taste like…..
Brittle oatmeal made from a broken oven
Hot homemade ant soup
Cookies & cream ice cream
A 20 year old snicker
A friend’s evil step grandma’s spinach ravioli
Rum burning on tongue

War sounds like….
Rain pounding on a roof
Mud squoozing through your toes
The tick and tocks of a clock
Poor men crying over no money
An angry god vanishing the world


War sounds like…(cont.)
Weather challenging the universe
The chalk screeching on the board


War starts because……
Idiots want to fight over their manly egos
Religion is so overrated
Americans can not accept differences
Anger is exploding from countries
Too much drama swept under the rug

Soldiers are……
Made form a lion’s heart
The symbol of freedom
Everyday people fighting for a purpose
Our strength
Cowards of America

War is….
An excuse to shed blood
An unstoppable part of life
A graveyard of its own
The undertaker

Wars will end when……
Men learn to talk not battle out their problems
Guys are allowed to wear dresses to schools
Martha Stewart is actually liked
Natural disasters make the world into a ice age
Animals can control humans