Monsters in War
In woods made so
dark
The angry men in
grey and black invaded
The sound of tank
treads dwarfed the clamp of boots
On stone and up the
main street they came
Windows broke,
explosions set shops alight
Soldiers holding
rifles inside the houses
Bringing out
innocents out into the streets
At the point of a
gun,
Not words, but
shouts,
To the middle, to
the middle.
There the weak, the
defeated clumped together.
Children holding
parents for their dear lives
The grim face of
mother knowing this is the end.
All knowing to be
hopeless.
Timeless, lifeless,
painless.
At the point of a
gun,
Not words, but
shouts,
Make a line, make a
line
And the weak, the
defeated lined up
Hands on hands, last
lights in their eyes
Looking up knowing
they'd all go down
At the point of a
gun,
Not words, but
whimpers
He died, she died,
they died
Boys and girls
closed eyed
Blasts in the
distance
Feeling the pull of
their parent's body
Still standing,
already dead.
Bullets punched
through
The bodies that gave
them life
Days went by.
Days went by.
Boys and girls in
the mud
Carving holes and
dumping bodies
Happy days thrown
away
Like garbage.
Days go by.
Days go by.
Boys and girls in
the barracks
Made beasts and
automatons
Polishing boots and
cleaning guns
Donning uniforms and
set to go
Out into the
wilderness
Fatherless,
motherless, homeless.
Damned to bring unto
others
What wroth damnation
has brought onto them