It’s Necessary

Written in 2006, this is another war poem. It is different in that it rhymes (I’m not a fan of rhyme).

It’s necessary they say

As those they speak of die every day.

It is unfortunate, we have no other choice

They speak for themselves, then slay those without a voice.

 

They talk to their people, with knowing eyes

I’m telling the truth they say, I speak no lies.

Then the camera is turned off, they recline in their chair

They straighten their tie, and adjust their greying hair.

 

They know nothing of what battles rage far away

Death, heat and metal, but it’s for freedom, it’s okay.

A trillion dollars, here and there, a new plane, and a huge gun

Throwing money at anything that moves, as though such a waste is great fun.

 

We’ve killed another terrorist leader they boast, smiling and clapping like seals

They show pictures of their dead bodies, tagged, marked and served like a meal.

The people of Iraq will thank us they promise, nodding and frowning like a concerned friend

But the fighting and terror, the blood and flesh, sand and bullets, the death… will never truly end.

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~ by Dan on April 15, 2008.