5 November 2015

AT WAR


source: www.psywar.org
 
We are at war;
All of us.
Soldiers, warriors, victims, citizens.
With blood on knives, arrows, blades, blood on our minds.

Trapped in the cages we call minds,
Bound by chains of false promises.

We slave,
We hope, we wait.

As Buildings go up in smoke.
We hear guns and bombs…followed by silence and sobs.

We fight as they steal our freedom,
Sinking us deep in the sea of blood and tears,
“our bloody enemies are so close, they are in our ears”.
We are at war.

Black trenches...black coats,
Black as their souls;
Black as the skin on their bodies;
Black as the burning blood they spill;
Black as the hands that carry the weapons;
Black as the people they kill.

We knew,  we knew all along
Yet we shut our ears.
The cry of the orphan; we ignored.

The widow, the widower; we created.

The soldier, the child; we killed.
Dreams haunted by the oppression of war.

Violent men welcomed with pomp and glamour,
Celebrated.
Peaceful men, who wore compassion as their amour,
Disregarded.

We were at war.

Befado

Source: www.digitaljournal.com

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