Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a warrior's dream
or maybe a nightmare
anything to prevent
those memories from
recurring time after time

those sounds they scream
as another life drowns
in the explosions those
goddamn explosions
that presidents never hear

isolated in their padded rooms
away from the anguish
the lost loves and dead ones
whose parts are strewn across
battlefields never bearing roses

i puke fear and weep blood
with my arms outstretched
reaching grasping needing
something... just something
to remove me from this …

this.... this.... that i never
asked for and yet here i am
in acute desperation twisting
life into phantasmagorical shapes
that come from within my mind

shattered from all these wars
that never end but only pause
as warriors rest up and clean
their guns for the next battle

immune to criticism and pleadings
from all those innocents that only
want to be left to love and live
... is it too much to ask for?
________________________

Cecil

We are all products if this environment
some of us comply some of us resist
we all die

A real powerful poem.

the harsh reality of existence is men of power and money love war....why not, they don't have to go off to kill and try to stay alive another day in the hope you will be rejoined with your loved ones....it's like a a game of Risk to them....you move plastic pieces across a board....