Martyr Machine

So easily life is squelched out, if for a cause it is to be glorified. Countless heroes the world will never know, gone. Death is ugly, lets honor the loss, not the cause.

Half remembered…  They march as one, instincts sharpened. Stripped of what once made them individuals. Death Certificates already signed, flags folded, awaiting postage. Worn concrete and countless tightly laced boots provide a familiar anthem of deadly intent. Two by two, the echoes of stomping boots create a song forever revered by men of low morales and high standing. Trained to kill without empathetic regard, their rifles constant recoil is all the remorse that remains.

Half forgotten…  They march, one thought dominating their hollowed minds,”Hero’s don’t get to walk away.” Buried, chest full of medals, and a life unlived. This story, all too familiar, plagiarized from our past. The blank expressions now immortalizing their faces personifies, the “Portrait of Patriots.” Our loss of their innocence will now be used as propaganda’s revenue, unable fulfill the coffers unyielding demand.

Caught under the gears grind,

Cannot the Martyr Machine relent?

Author's Note

Lookin for real reflection and criticisms, thanks.

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

Indeed, let's honor the loss, not the cause. This reads as though the author also marched with those half remembered and half forgotten.

"Our loss of their innocence " should never be a rallying cry for more blood, more violence, yet, those stomping boots, two by two, are almost a hypnotic chant, one that lulls the masses into believing that marching into killing fields is honorable. Nicely penned.

[Coyote Poetry]

Those walls are hard to see. So many soldiers lost to war. I saw the World war two graveyards. 10 miles deep in soldiers blood outside of Paris. The last war wasn't. Powerful and worthwhile words shared. Thank you.

Coyote

[Jamieya B-Johnson]

I read this piece and had a true sense of urgency to read more. You linked every line together as if it was a fully completed story. This true life piece of work is what we need more and most of all, a voice. Nice work!

[Pete]

some live by the creed, "Death before dishonor." a powerful, moving tribute.

[Paul Bell]

Sometimes it's just to easy to send men to war.
Maybe if politicians eat the dirt. They might think twice about it.

[Harley Quinn]

Your're real reflection on this work is outstanding. Bravo!

[wordman]

this is a great piece,it shows the truth of how people think about this war

[CAPOLAVORO]

Wonderful. Such a wonderful piece. Heroes like this are worthy to be given a nice piece and a talk about how they struggled and who they really are in our lives. Well done.

Sincerely,
CAPOLAVORO

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSh..]

May your words be heard across the world. This is a brilliant Piece that screams for Peace in return. I am in awe of your choice of words and your execution. Well, done my Son. I can't wait to read more.
Your Mother, Sheer Terror

[Mr. Lopez]

This reads more prose then poem but contimplative all the same. In today's society every life is precious but in times of war these same precious lives become disposable heroes. The very fabric of our existence as human beings is colored by the irreplaceable souls lost in battle and we as a whole are worse off for their loss. Your write shines a spotlight on this fact not allowing the politicians who grease the wheels of war to hide their shame in the shadows of greed. Sorry young man but I have no criticisms.