The Dogs Of War Poem by DM W

The dogs of war always seem to be howling,
And fresh rivers of blood continue to
Flow through darkened, foreign streets. Of such things
Why do we say so little? And why do
We do almost nothing to prevent these
Needless killings? Only our screens reflect
The silent screams. These days, I cannot sleep,
As I'm plagued by bad dreams. What will come next
Is anyone's guess. But I know that we
Cannot go along with this much longer.
As we move between the hawks and the doves,
We should awaken to the fact that they
Are rather alike. They share the same blood,
Despite outward appearance. On us they prey.
Although we are ruled by modern elites,
A marked change in political weather,
Will surely arrive like the wind. I can sense
That the time is right. I await its presence.