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War
Tear and blood drenched flags drape over opaque polished coffins,
Of soldiers who died for the emblem now emblazoned around them,
Sobbing relatives lie floral decorations under proud headstones,
Atheists mouthing idle talk and accusatory questions to cool clear air.
The lucky ones limp and jostle maimed bodies around with them,
With self-conscious eyes darting nervously from disfigured faces,
The demons of hell infect their dreams where they cannot guard themselves,
Becoming despondent and withdrawn from an uncaring society.
Morally self-justified leaders seek glory from the back of the line,
Safely out of range by buffet carts in lavish offices,
Nonchalantly moving battalions on mapped chessboards devoid of emotion,
Blood soaked hands transfer prints onto the crown they seek to wear.
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Published 1st Dec 2009
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