Expiration

another war poem

We hear the roars of overhead

And fear them not till we are dead.

The motors of the lost will come

To terrify the frozen pun.

 

Our expiration date is old.

The planes will come once we are cold

To save the wreckage of the win

And plunder every merchant’s sin.

 

Oh, simple wish for peace tonight,

Your plight is fair, as is your might.

For with your peace comes silent dread

Of night’s betrayal, cold and dead.

 

 

Author's Note

not an ntiwar poem

2nd posting, hurray for restoration!

Reviews

[Valentine]

A nice write and also explanation..I am not against our troops..But I sometimes question the motives for being in Iraq and not after the nut who had the planes hit the towers..We definitely need new and better qualified leadership and also a army of young trained men at all times..there are too many countries now that have 1,000,000 man armies..Our 300,000 or 400,ooo would not stand a chance against them..I am not wanting war but I would like the draft back at all times to keep the peace by showing our might and power..God bless..valentine

[RAWR!]

antiwar poems never grow old.
only wars do.



peace

[Murphy]

wow... Sara, this is positively haunting. "the wreckage of the win" - this is chilling... definitely one of the very best war poems i have ever read. every line is well crafted and every word placed with care for a perfect fit... well done... very well done!

[Andromeda]

not old at all--amazing, by far.