Who dies in war? We all do just a little.

Who dies in war? We all do just a little.

A Poem by J.L Hunter

Who 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 Hunter


Author's Note

J.L Hunter
Not my best. Just a thought.

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It's a very good thought, though; one that can't be expressed too often. Vietnam was the war that my generation was confronted with, and these words are very true of it. They're also true of every war since and will remain true for the future, unfortunately.

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J.L Hunter
J.L Hunter

Pensacola, FL



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