Somehow
everyone hailed the news of blood and honor
each of them
convinced of victory
many of them didn't live to see how it went
The
philosophy of World War I was a stinker
it turned living men into
mourning shadows
debris in muddy trenches
boneless,
lifeless, broken robots
a war the factory way
all of them
machines to Der Kaiser
soldiers to him
sons or lovers to
loving souls being robbed of their love
Victory the war way
means blood
blood like rivulets in debris of human
bodies
Whoever threw the first stone in the world?
Adam
or the Stone Age monkey-man?
Maybe it all can be blamed on the
snake?
Or maybe Eve?
Culprits or victims alike may
bleed out their soul
sad blood run faster, drowning the world in
red
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And yes, as you may have guessed I was thinking of tRump when I decided to post this "old" poem of mine ....
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