Mars’ Discipline

Sadly

looking over the battlefield

seeing carnage

body pieces everywhere

walking amongst the dead

tears spilling over

there is nothing that can be done.

Gore

blood slicked

mud churned up

once this was a beautiful meadow

full of flowers

green grass

a haven for animals

a picnic place for young lovers.

Scalded

scalped

stand over a sea of dead

wondering…..

is this death and destruction worth it?

Were the vile words

spewed

used to inflame

to incite deadly rampage

the first

or

the last?

Have you ever walked a battle scene?

Hazy air

smoke tinged blood

low moans

high screams

everyone calling for a loved one.

In tents

hastily erected

medical help

merely a finger in the dike

hoping to keep alive

those few they can.

Unlikely it is

that this nightmare will end

as men

scream and rant

stamping their feet to get their way.

Overgrown babies

sated on the teats of the poor

time has come

they are to be…..

the ones to reap what they have sown.

©Sept. 4/19

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