wars, throughout the ages
always leaves its litter
rubish, crap, bodies, body parts
no writer can describe, the scenes
he - she can try as best as can
with the best of intentions in mind
writers, way back in anshant Grease
described, vividly, of what we now call PTS
you see, even back then, writers saw wars had no romance attached, to wars
just, the results, of 'it'
back then and right now, in our times, we live in - kill and die in
from broken swords, spears, and what not, till today, burnt out tanks, shot down fighter plains, rifles, hand grenades, the usual killing machines, lay littering the battlefields, world wide

Wars litter history, broken bodies - broken minds

Pease brack's out, usually, eventually
though has history, tries to remind us
after the outbreak of peace, is only tempory
the seeds, of future, wars, are already sown
laying, not so deep, below the surface
ticking away, a time bomb, laid there, tick tock tick tock!
till, something like, sets it off! Yet again! Oh why is it ever so!
as I sit and type this, I'm recalling so much
an underground World War One, mine, that had not gone set off, back then exploded killing an unfortunate cow, that was stood grazing, a rogue, streak of lighting, being the course, that were in the 1950's
thats like, after, all wars, new wars, remain, seeded, by old wars, tick tock tick tock

ken d williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith

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Written on 2016-12-25 at 13:12

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said, Ken. There is nothing good about wars ... ever! There must be another way of stopping a tyrant gone wild.