We Are Surprised By The Beauty Of Own Weapons Poem by Paul Warren

'We are surprised by the beauty of our weapons'
As the rockets red glare across the skyways shone
And the blue and red tracer bullets lit up the night
When there was a need for the decorations in the fight

Go for the right in what you do now it's the time
That you should appreciate what you do in the grind
Don't forget about the blooming fiery mushrooms
In the end does the body count matter in the boom?

© Paul Warren Poetry