Torn By War

By darkness_descends

The world is cruel
The world is cold
The world is dying
Rotting
And old

Mothers and fathers
Brothers and sister
All carrying heavy hearts
Laden with the pain of uncertainty
While the salty sting
Of fear riddled tears
Burn their eyes

As one of their children
One of their siblings
Or even a childs parent
Is fighting overseas
In a war of personal agendas
To protect a country
That will not care for them
When they return
With injuries that will plague them
Down to their last day
And problems of the psyche
Young and innocent
Fragile minds
Air lifted over seas
And dropped in to the harsh reality
When of if they do return alive
They will have life and death screams
Ringing in their ears
That no one else can hear
Pictures of horror
Etched in their minds
That will keep them awake at night
Of women cowering
Children crying
Being used as shields
For a heartless dictator
And who will wash their hands
Of the blood that forever stains their skin

The world cruel
The world is cold
The world is dying
Rotting
And old

Politicians started this war
With little hesitation
For the children that will die
The families they will tear apart
While hundreds of these so called leaders
Decide if they all live
Or some of them die
And of those hundreds deciding
Only one has a child in the war
If they all had children being sent to fight
Would they be so quick to go to war?

The world is cruel
The world is cold
The world is dying
Rotting
And old

And have we become so desensitized
To death and war
That all sense of morality
Humanity
And compassion
Have been forfeit?

How is it right
To have twenty-four hour coverage
Reporters on the front lines
Conducting interviews with the commanders
And even with the enemy
Analysis of every move we make
Discussing problems and supply shortages
On the open air waves
Is it really in our best interest
To broadcast our every move?

This is a war
Not a football game
Yes we need to remain informed
But only what is necessary

The world is cruel
The world is cold
The world is dying
Rotting
And old

In this time when people are dying
The news networks
And reporters alike
Are making a profit on the death of many
So cold and uncaring
Are still competing for ratings
Should anyone ever profit from war?

The world is cruel
The world is cold
The world is dying
Rotting
And old.

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Copyright 2003 darkness_descends
Published on Monday, April 28, 2003.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Six-Out On Wednesday, April 30, 2003, Six-Out (1435)By person wrote:

    Fucking Bravo Karl. I love it. You have captured my emotions on this war better than I could ever have. Very good. A new favorite.

  • A former member wrote: damned good job. the masses don't give a shit, and those of us that do are outnumbered and to be stamped as the terrorists if an outcry is made. sick, sad and disgusting.

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