Who dies in war? We all do just a little.A Poem by J.L HunterWho dies in war? We all do just a little.
The poor don't fight wars The rich fight wars. The poor only die in cold trenches. The rich only cry in beds of warm silk.
Both sides weep tears of different colors Blue and red and white and green a rainbow of stripes and banners torn fragmented threadbare sheets. Bloodstained tourniquets fluttering down onto the mud-stretched ground where boot-prints fill with rain, size 9 ½ puddles in a row.
The poor don't fight wars The rich administer In their velvet offices and smooth scarlet banisters. Philanthropists in action, shaking hands, smiling ruthlessly at the crowds that scream the names on the ticker-tape. A dime for the poor They say. But the poor don't fight wars The poor die in cool baths of numbed pain. © 2014 J.L HunterAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 24, 2014 Last Updated on November 24, 2014 AuthorJ.L HunterPensacola, FLAboutWriter. Father. Lover of cheese. Umbrella salesman. Badger enthusiast. Doorknob. Cup. Also, cigarettes. Lots and lots of cigarettes. And beer. Smoke. Sizzurp drinker. Lemon flavor, never grape. more..Writing
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