AN INCESSANT WAR.

[masochistic.enigma]

Is it really over, the war, I ask.
The war between those minds,
Of those who know nothing.
Ask them how it’s fought,
They will say in the minds.
Their empty urns have traces of politics,
A synonym for corruption, it is today.

Is it really over, the war, I ask.
The war between those weapons,
Those who comprise our army.
Ask them how it’s fought,
They will say with ammunition.
Their empty urns have no will, no self,
Zombies taking orders from those who can’t think,
That’s what they are today.

Is it really over, the war, I ask.
The war of the common man,
Those who r oblivious to reason,
Comprehend not a country, but their small homes.
Ask them how it’s fought,
They will say through taxes.
Their empty urns understand nothing of war,
But their world, their horizon is their bank vault.

Is it really over, the war, I ask,
Will it ever be?
The war is not bout material,
The war is of purpose,
The purpose we know nothing of.
Fighting,
Is that what our empty urns speak of?
To never put an end to a war,
Never put an end to annihilation,
We are making our way into the oblivion.

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I believe you’ve outdone yourself on this piece. I can see a war---with artillery and machines, but I can also see a struggle within humankind’s souls. This work seems to be filled with a lot of symbolism, which creates a barrage of pictures for me.

I like this poem. It has good flow, a good theme, and has a very defined visionary quality.

Thank you for a wonderful post.

C.E.Vance

[Excinue09]

First the post from your Wii, and now this When will the madness end? Im just kidding. Hope you are having a great time