The Beauty Of War - Poem by Celestina Ripley
Blood being splattered
Countries being battered
Everything sent for the war
While here at home propaganda is full bore.
Transforming the enemy
From man to monster.
While, oh so willingly, the populace believes
Everything set before their eyes.
Everything they see.
Citizens are beating
Other innocent souls
While others are mistreating
Those with different goals.
“Let’s go out and kill them all! ”
“Raise the bar! Sound the call! ”
Jump in and fight,
Young men of might!
Don’t be afraid you may die today,
Your life was short and sweet.
See the game plan, play the play
Kill all of those you meet.
Disregard the little girl
Whose father you just killed.
She’ll be O.K., she shall go on,
Even though her daddy’s blood’s been spilled.
Don’t feel for the mother
Who cries to sleep at night
You killed her son,
You wretched one!
But at least you fought the fight!
So go young lads,
Don’t turn to cads,
Go do your patriotic deed!
Uncle Sam calls you,
For you to be,
Defender of the land, the home of the free!
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