Marching To War

A cold and pitiful wind blows while marching to war.

Horror and terror we have come to deplore.

A runaway train of such immense dimension.

Moving forward creating immeasurable tension.

The skies are filled with glowing fire.

These relentless demons never will tire.      

People far and wide are falling like stones.

All we hear is the desperation of human moans.

As each booming noise erupts outside.

With appalling observations so many have died.

The racket of each looming blast

erupts inside like terror, exceedingly fast.

A fire burns within me for the suffering of others.

The fighting and mayhem among all our brothers.

Loathing the war is palpable within.

Pearls of blood pool beneath their wounded skin.

Let’s whip this war with words not actions.

So many lives lost with confrontational infractions. 

Swallowed by something so mammoth and fiendish.

This consortium of wreckage is not for the squeamish.

No mercy, no humanity, compassion so rare. 

Crimson blood flows relentlessly, creating such despair.

A profusion of terror fills the streets.

Hell rages approximating a torturous heat.

My head bursts like a satanic eruption.

Why does this sickly war have no gumption?

The cries of the innocent completely unheard.

Lines of reality now totally blurred.

My heart is aching with all the lives lost

at such a devastating, overwhelming cost.

We’ll see that day when the sun will shine.

We'll taste freedom and guard it this time.