Nightmares Still Unsaddled.

Nightmares Still Unsaddled."

I find my fingers constantly, 

wearily, reaching for inspiration

to be pounded passionately

across the many keys 

before me

or ground out

in slashes of angsat 

chronicling the  leadaches 

of my pencils 

endlessly  searching 

but seldom finding 

ways to open enough 

souls to my hunger 

for changes to the world's

most terrible woes.

My soul is a stone tonight

cast into dark waters of despair

leaving ripples 

that note its passing.

The world wallows in the mire

of historical hysteria

reliving lessons unlearned.

each time war rears 

its hideously ugly head

they choose ground troops

over peace talks and diplomacy

while the daft leaders 

debate renewing the draft

to allow young flesh 

to swallow lead

and taste  foreign sands.

It starts with a dictator

with strong emphasis 

on dick

we need to simply use

a surgical strike

to castrate the problem

Just one skilled shooter

to remove the toxic head

dreaming of invasions

and one more if need be

to remove the next

and so  on and so on

who rises with the same intent.

until they get the point

preferably hollow points 

My great-Great grandfather

my great-Grandfather

my grandfather

and my father

as well as I

all served during 

times of war

some were necessary 

for the time

but others were no.

My twelve year old sleeps

a game boy on hold,

six years from the 

sacrifice of futility.

My extended family 

endured far too often

the smell of

jungle stench

gunsmoke,

bloody trenches

and rotting wounds

when night called them t

to shake the cobwebs 

of dreams,

long sealed in 

dust covered sea-bags..

Dog tags rattle on the collars

of my welsh Corgis near me,

like the nomenclature on an M-16.

I visit old friends

who are no longer at home

the place they fought for

they lie beneath beds of soil

gome forever.

There's a tiny cabin 

in Canada,

where refuge waits 

in lakeside splendor

for my flesh and blood 

still untouched by war.

But the patriot in 

me cries out

for America to 

come to its senses,

as a surge of blood

rushes through many 

other innocent ears,

women and children

left to puddle even now 

on Ukrainian .concrete.

death to any and 

all dictators before

they sink their greedy claws

Into more human flesh.

send them one at a time

 to a permanent tour in Hell.

and leave our precious youth

at home in peace.