War
From trenches to high tech
with laser targeting,
from soldiers to video games,
from combat to long distance.
If you can afford it.
Irrational fear in anger,
mass madness
feeding on colors
without shame.
Repetition is a mongrel,
a mantra lost to an intention
gone all astray.
Money, land, water or oil in sand,
or just pure bent views
of neighbors and their ways.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-04-21 at 23:43
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