Death(War) Mongers

I look at the sky and wonder if it will be blue
The same blue as the dead eyes of our children
Withering on the sands of a foreign despot.
The beast devoid of love and caring for our lives, we shiver
Knowing not the full horror of war's atrocities.
We rail and cry out at the injustice of youth cut short,
But what of the innocence of innocents not involved.
Those who are subjects of tyranny and have no voice
The poor and neglected become pawns in ghastly time.
Once more the arrogance of power is unleashed
Covering the hidden truth in a blanket of pain and death.
Presidential pompous perversity overshadowed by war,
Another smoke screen deployed in the distraction.
Lives sacrificed for the errant behavior of a penis mentality?
Unable to control the destiny of human nakeness,
No more sensibilities, cowering in the dark hallways.
Death now comes stalking our youth for the sins
Our fathers visited upon the distant innocents
Unable to defend themselves against the greedy
Hydrocarbon hawkers of mobility and energy.
Whose son or daughter will be the first to die
For these shallow things that know not life or love.
The love of our parents desire to see their fruit
Nurturing in the sun instead of rotting in the sand.
Future hopes all hanging on the stupidity of the male
Arrogance steeped in grievous treachery
Placing our nations fruit on the table of death
Offered up as a substitute for past ignorance
Feeding the monster of future greed and need.
Holy men and women pray that the asinine leader
Will give way to God's own needs for his children.
Needs that do not satisfy the war mongers lust
For military industrial profits rising on a blood sea
Swollen by our nations children and those abroad.
How many will have to die before we come to our senses
Exercising the will to the stop the insanity before madness
Consumes us all in a black cloud of death and destruction.
The satanic will is still in play while we waffle and whither,
Will we let ours and their children live, or die along with them?
© 1998 Tommy Barrios
PS I wrote this as you can see in 1998 when I thought the world was about to embark on a new fight over the middle east. It came later though again in Iraq. If you read it careful this is about both sides of the conflict. I hate war but most of all I hate those who relish in and exploit the profit from same. My deepest feelings though are with the troops and their families, being ex-military myself I know what they're going through.