Battlefield of International War

Hot liquid gold

Boiling

Dripping

Pouring

Onto my curs-ed skin

Stinging

Steaming

Oozing through my silver veins

Not mixing well

They're at war

Declared on the day of aluminum

Jealousy

Of worthiness

Take over pride

On my battlefield of skin

In skin

And all along aluminum is forgotten

As metal clashes

Forged in my eyes

And on my skin

Gold and silver rivalries never get settled

Liquid metal spilling into the holes in my head

Merging

Blinding

Choking

Screaming

Bleeding

Melting

Until I take control

Sicking it out of me

Vomiting

Puking

Emptying

Letting it fight its own battle

I'm so sick and disgusted with it

Reviews

[Mark]

Although I can hear your rage and frustration here, Stan, I cannot ferret out your core meaning. Who is it that is speaking? The Earth herself? And what in war is aluminum? The jets? The skins of the Titan missiles? I really want to get this, my friend! Can you offer me some help?

[Hello Kitty]

Very good! This is an excellent poem!!