Chaos of the trolls of Mars Havoc wrought by fallen stars Terror flailing, caught by night Pawns move one space, born to fight Women make a frightful pact Carry babes into the act The stench of bodies as they pile Questions not for rank and file Bouncing Betty's horror, aye Shrapnel flung to meet an eye Bullets dodged, and bullets met
The Bomb's the best idea yet... !
Men sit desks behind the scenes Living on the blood of spleens Generals spew their jingo kant Presidential "patriots" shpeel their rants All the King's horses, all the King's men Do things WAY beyond OUR ken Mother's sons get GI Joes Daddy dies... and on it goes
A testament to heartless greed
A bride's trousseau is widow's weeds.
SoulSurvivor (C) 1/26/2017
Blood making mud of foreign sod War's a stench in the nose of GOD!