That’s beside the point, the fathers
and sons dying for the alien space
the gunfire that cripples and smothers
the previously loving place.
That’s beside the point, the face
haunting every good memory they had
or tragically dying grace
turning everything they held dear bad.
That’s beside the point, the blood
trickling down their dirty hands.
the way they don’t care for mud
sticking to the honourable plans.
That’s beside the point, the bodies
of comrades that trusted and fell.
It’s their fault for picking buddies,
from the demons that operate hell.
That’s beside the point, the disgust
that chokes the last glimpses of fate.
The beast will roar if it must,
for the sandy promises of being saved.
That’s beside the point, the damnation
nobody can fix the inflicted damage.
It’s truly the world’s worst creation,
But nothing works better than carnage.
That’s beside the point, the tremors
minds failing to catch up with the horror.
It was done for the peace beggars
to create and enforce order.
Another masterpiece from you, dear. Verily nice written poem.
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Thank you ♥ I’m glad you’ve liked it 🙂
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You’re welcome, dear. I miss reading your posts.
Hey, I posted a new blog”Ask Me Anything” I hope you could participate in it if you don’t mind. 🙂
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Aww, sweet, bless :))
Sure ,dear. 🙂
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