War & Revolution Poem by Steven Taylor

War is mass murder, …
between perceived friend
and perceived foe.
the real-time act, ..
War is……
the malice of one’s fore thought,
demonic, calculated and exact, ..

War is……
brainwashed multitudes of peeps, …
trained and armed to fight for cause, …
to never once ask why, ..
trained not to think about because.

War is……
led by rich men that will claim
to be above the laws, ..
because of in-born character flaws

War is……
death, .. matter-of-fact,
because when you’re dead, …
you can’t react.

Revolution, . on the other hand, ..
for most of us it seems,
to be a bloodless, hope filled turn-about
that topples tyrant’s mad regimes’,
replaced by angelic leaders,
devoid of lust for power, land and riches,
imbued with honor,
and blessed with heavenly esteem, ....
.............War is our bitter coffee without cream, .......
and drink of it we must…….

Revolution is a poor man’s dying dream, .......

in only God, .. should we all trust.

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