To Love War
by JS Schilling
I am not a found disciple of war,|
This thing we must do
Like swatting an annoying mosquito
We must dispatch in order to survive.
But I have no overwhelming love
I'd rather taste it like rancid capers
than sweet salt in the stew of necessity,
the Grand Central Station
my young lads,
you are men,
and men will do what they do,
-it has just come time for you to kill.
But never, ever love "your" war(s)...
Copyright © 2007 - JS Schilling
Published: 10/25/07 · Author's Page · Next Poem