That Last Great War
by citizenbfk

THE LAST WORDS FOR THE WORLD TO HEAR

Concerning the everlasting, the final nuclear blasting,

That last great war.


NO SIGHT
NO SOUND
NO COLOR
NO MORE...

THAT LAST GREAT WAR


I drop these words in a bottle now and cast them from me,
A message from a stranded sailor who was lost-at-sea.
Perhaps some new, cool, clean, solar ship will come into view,
Take me on a ride to Paradise, show me something new.

(But, meanwhile, here's what's true.)


When winter's wind whips through Man's pages of stale memories
And ocean waters touch only a bleeding, barren Shore
All that was written on the pale, dead bark of ancient trees
Will not mean as much as that last moment of that Last War.


NO SIGHT
NO SOUND
NO COLOR
NO MORE...

THAT LAST GREAT WAR


It would have been better if caveman never left his cave
than see all life ripped forever from eternity's womb,
Than see this black rain drizzling down on our final grave,
To end up like rabid dogs snarling as we rush to doom.


No one saved. No one save. The world now a grave.
No more stars left up in the sky. No more Man on the moon.


Cruel words of war blinded our eyes till the last soul did die.
No more stars left in the sky, no more Man up on the moon.
Now with humanity at it's bitter end, all bled dry
What final last words could be said? What to carve on our tomb?



Oil Wars,

Media lies,

Land grabs,

Poisoned politics,

Caused all to die!



(So no need to wonder why)


With all our rivers and streams now clotted with blood so red,
With all Creation's life shattered --- battered, twisted and torn!
This must be the moment even all our Gods must have dread,
How we rushed ahead, mislead to this dead-end of our song.


(It must be wrong)



No more foolish, fabric, store-bought flags to witlessly wave.
No more metals to dig up from the earth and wildly crave.
No more hyped-up, oversold, false, fascist "Home of the Brave."
No more phony fairy tales, no more Scripture for the slave.


(Nothing saved. Nothing saved.)


And when these last words fade and die, a hollow wind must cry.
It would take a trillion years ---  an ocean of bitter tears,
To count the endless lies, to measure all the force fed fears
But with no life left, who would, or why even wonder why?



No time left now to question what we fed into our head,
Only silence. Not even anybody left to bury the dead.
Their lips frozen, stuck, like leaches sucking on history's gore
Only grief and pity remain, over dead souls scrubbed raw.


NO SIGHT
NO SOUND
NO COLOR
NO MORE...

THAT LAST GREAT WAR



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Copyright © 2010 - citizenbfk
Published: 4/15/10   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem