Poem - The Implements of War

The Implements of War

Today I saw a demonstration of WWII weaponry; a Tommy Gun; an M1 rifle; a pistol; a flame thrower....

Today I saw the demonstration
Before me the implements of victory
This they said
Because of this weaponry
Our boys lived and theirs died
Everyone cheered and smiled
Yet my heart cried
Was it glory?
Or a tragedy?
Our boys live with the memory
Their boys died along with their story
Can I be sad
For those who were the tools?
Our leaders bathe in platitudes
Our boys burn as fools
We kill
They kill
We all die
Our father's will
Remains in heaven
On Earth
Our bread remains unleavened
And love is trapped in the flames

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Pitviper_actual 5 years ago from South Carolina

I have always said it was not my job to die for my country my job is to make the other guy die for his. Great hub


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Pitviper - Like Patton said eh? Except he called them "poor dumb bastards...' thanks....


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Pitviper_actual 5 years ago from South Carolina

Believe it or not Patton was a distant cousin of mine.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@pitviper - I have no reason to disbelieve you... I was actually quoting from the movie which I'm sure you've seen...

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