Heroes and War

PLEASE DO NOT read politics into my poem. I am NOT looking for a debate. Thank You

 War?

War happens to me, happens to us all the time.

Everyday that you walk out your door and feel the need to duck

Because you caught your son kissing a boy, or your daughter

admits to getting an abortion three years ago

and she never even called to say, “Hey, I’m okay,”

when she got married that time in Vegas.

 

War – wanting to love someone so much that your

Mind rips to pieces, feeling the need to draw new

Directions and rearrange the maps of the road

So that you can avoid all the things that feel hairy between your toes.

 

War happens everyday,

When students dive for cover under decks at

the sound of a drill horn when a boy is tied to a fence

and murdered because he was different when your

form characterizes how you think sleep and feel and

weight is another way to pity yourself.

 

War happens between the sheets of an affair

And in the minds of those trying to hide it from their spouses because

The love is just not there anymore and

War is the pounding of a junkie’s blood as he tries to avoid his usual

Corners because damn it, he doesn’t want

To take the easy way out anymore.

 

And war is something we can never feel when the real pain and agony

And fear is more than an ocean away, war is a distant

Ache between your heart and ribs that tells you,

Hey, it’s time to f*****g feel something for a change

 

It tells you that those are more than just soldiers on a screen

They are your brothers sisters, husbands, mothers fathers and lovers,

They are your friends siblings and honor students, your vadivictorains and your

High school drug dealers, your convicts looking for the easy way out and they are

Your freedoms carrying automatic firepower and wearing bulletproof armor.

 

They are your voices taking action, your liberties running rampide

They are the spirit of the red white and blue taking on hues

That turn soggy and dripping dye that does not easily fade away,

They are your people.

And you’d better wake the f**k up, because one of them will die today.

 

 

Author's Note

please read "description"
be brutal - but please do not try and get me to see politics your way - or at least send me a message, so we can argue about it privately. :)

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

I see your point my friend. Life can be a battleground but only if you let it. You can't escape politics with a small p Life is a series of negotiations and compromises