War of Tears
Wars were once valiant, enemies met on the
battle field,
Both sides
courageous, vowing never to yield.
Marching off to war as a hometown band
played loud.
Fighting for a
cherished flag, wearing a uniform so proud.
Our war, like all others to wage I’m
afraid, could not be won..
A “Peace”, if any, decided no between
leaders but by the gun.
No longer fought between soldiers being
brave,
The very old, the children, all between,
will fill a grave.
Our soldiers fight because they are told,
Our enemies fight for their beliefs,
hundreds of years old.
No longer aiming thru a scope into the
enemies eyes,
Bombs detonated from afar, shrapnel ablaze
like the stars in the skies.
Who is to say in war, who
is right or wrong?
The victor in battle is not always the
strong.
Politicians mean well, or so they want you
to know,
Most haven’t served nor will their children
go.
Endless are the reasons whence wars are
born.
Endless are the tears we shed for those we
mourn.
Michael D. Monfrooe