The Real Enemy

Shots are fired.

Friend or foe?

Who’s the enemy?

Nobody knows.

It’s not a soldier

a nurse, a Jew,

or even a Nazi

with the battle wound.

The family needs food

the war only gave hunger.

Little did they know

he wouldn’t live any longer.

Loaf in hand with

a blood spewing head

His whole life ends

with a circle of lead

He didn’t care

what side we were on

As long as bullets sailed

evil had won.

Survivors clear the ruins

Dictators went, allies came,

but when our hearts still

We are one in the same.

Author's Note

Not to be anti-patriotic, but war has never sat with me right.

Reviews

[Beccy]

Nor me. War is an abomination. Curious isn't it, that despite the vast majority of mankind knowing this to be the case, conflict has been with us from the moment we first stood upright. If I were in charge of the world I would ban war instantly, although the dilemma of course, would be how to enforce the ban.

Beccy.

[Harmartia Poe]

Glad we have the same viewpoint :)

[SquinklaPsyOps]

This from your poem is valuable and it explains why persons that want to try to start arguements should be avoided and ignored.

"As long as bullets sailed
evil had won."

[Harmartia Poe]

That's a very good alternative meaning :)

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I know what you mean by that when is hot outside most persons are in a bad mood which explains why lost souls that burned in hell should not try to go back to earth because once they burned in hell they were converted into demons with bad attitudes and then they can try to follow persons that are in a bad mood because of the heat they perspire.