Anti-War Poem

[Dragonbreathp9d]

Suited up,
Time to go.
No money for armor,
No time for love,
May God be my armor,
May God be my love.
A kiss of the cross,
A prime of the bolt,
A check of ammo,
An opening of the door,
And we're on the go.
Sunlight like despair
Glistening on the blazing tundra.
Sand screeching, drenched red.
Decadent death in clips of thirty.
Ravens like thunder overhead,
Hawks diving out of the sky,
Echos of instant eternity.
A lion's roar from atop a dwelling,
Pain sears like luscious lightning.
Gasps of friends fill my ears.
Falling like the toppled statue.
Hands grip gut, covered in black,
Politicians' rants run through my head,
Deception bleeds through.
One question remains resounding
In my head as I look at my hands,
As the oil seeps through my wounds,
Who traded my blood for oil?

By Jonathon Vann

I just typed this up in about five minutes, lemme know what you think.

[astonamous]

1. Wow! Love it. n/t

[Wetzelbill]

2. very nice

fragmented, disjointed and strong. I like it.

[mdmc]

3. too late to r

:kick: to the head