War 7.0

(i) Our Eyes Met

We
actually met
on a field
of ruby red poppies
our bodies lifeless and rotting

(ii) Sounds of Silence

Silently, armies
Lay quiet in trenches
Praying in silence to be spared
The silence was broken with screams of slaughter


(iii) God Is Love

Armies claim righteousness
God is on their side
Love equals carnage

(iv) Face Off

A hand grenade is thrown into a trench
Four soldiers scream like schools girls
As the fifth holds his face in his hands
His hands on his lap, his face obliterated

(v) Objector

I have chosen not to fight
The killing is left to the righteous
As I stretcher men of no regard
Off the battlefield into shrouds
I pile them on to wagons
pulled by dead horses
I have chosen not to kill
But I am a dead man walking
soon to be a man of no regard
On a stretcher, in a shroud
on a wagon pulled by dead horses

(vi) Trifle

A sniper knows whether near or far
It doesn't matter where you are
I just adjust the sights of my rifle
And with a head shot turn your brains to trifle

(vii) Standard Issue

Jeannette, Claudette, Juliette
The army supplies
Fresh French whores
I will easily forget