War Poem by Salvatore Ala

They could not decide what to take first,
So they took everything.
They went away but promised to return,
So the others took the nothing
They had left and hid it away.
They had no trouble hiding it.
Weeks later the enemy returned,
They returned and demanded
The nothing they left behind.
The others refused, they refused,
Claiming nothing was all they had.
So they went away to plan.
The next morning they sent scouts
To search for the nothing.
They looked all morning.
They peered into forests.
They overturned rocks.
They parted the water
But always found something.
They left what they found
Determined to find nothing.
They said to surrender nothing
Or be slaughtered, but the others refused.
They refused and prepared for battle.
So the battle lasted years.
They are the others were dying away.
The were dying over nothing
But in time they forgot about nothing
And continued to kill one another.
They lost count of the bodies.
Soon so few remained alive
The war had to end
And nothing was left behind.
As legend has it, nothing was never found.
To this day there is still nothing.