Poems
May 23, 2013 19:00:49 GMT -8
Post by Nick on May 23, 2013 19:00:49 GMT -8
Although I probably could have spent class time in a better way, I wrote this. In my defense, I had the idea and it needed to be written and the class is way too boring.
The world over, conflicts rock
From Somalia to Pakistan
From Russia to Turkmenistan
And even our backyards, with the tic and tock
Of time, ever ticking.
Is it human nature, a bomb set to blow
That divides and conquers
Or sets and sows
The seeds of conflict, ever taking its price
With every cut, and every slice.
Like adding salt to a wound we impose sanctions
Sometimes effective, but mostly just part of passion
Where we do not care who lives or dies
Where we do not even know to help allies.
Whether with chemicals or homemade bombs
Knives and acids, or even a psalm
To use a historical analogy
The roots of war are formed with tragedy.
Lost in the annals of timeless wars
Heroes, villains, and weapons soar
Through the imagination and popular thought
With nothing given for what it was bought.
We laugh and say, “We killed another one”
Playing with a controller, lights flashing as we run
Dodging digital bullets in a digital reality
Finding a rush of dopamine in something with so much gravity.
We convert the notions of blood and death
To 0’s and 1’s merely there to slaughter
With nothing to hold our morals in check
And butcher countless, like we're death to barter.
We tell ourselves that all is fine
To shoot, to kill, to maim and murder
“Its just a game, its not of import”
Tell that to those dead in Vietnam
Korea, Syria, Afghanistan,
Iraq, Yemen, Libya, Pakistan
Africa, Asia, the Americas
And the rest of the world over.
We sure did think that there was a war
That would surely end all the wars
But nonetheless, in the modern day
This future seems impossible
In every goddamn way.
The world over, conflicts rock
From Somalia to Pakistan
From Russia to Turkmenistan
And even our backyards, with the tic and tock
Of time, ever ticking.
Is it human nature, a bomb set to blow
That divides and conquers
Or sets and sows
The seeds of conflict, ever taking its price
With every cut, and every slice.
Like adding salt to a wound we impose sanctions
Sometimes effective, but mostly just part of passion
Where we do not care who lives or dies
Where we do not even know to help allies.
Whether with chemicals or homemade bombs
Knives and acids, or even a psalm
To use a historical analogy
The roots of war are formed with tragedy.
Lost in the annals of timeless wars
Heroes, villains, and weapons soar
Through the imagination and popular thought
With nothing given for what it was bought.
We laugh and say, “We killed another one”
Playing with a controller, lights flashing as we run
Dodging digital bullets in a digital reality
Finding a rush of dopamine in something with so much gravity.
We convert the notions of blood and death
To 0’s and 1’s merely there to slaughter
With nothing to hold our morals in check
And butcher countless, like we're death to barter.
We tell ourselves that all is fine
To shoot, to kill, to maim and murder
“Its just a game, its not of import”
Tell that to those dead in Vietnam
Korea, Syria, Afghanistan,
Iraq, Yemen, Libya, Pakistan
Africa, Asia, the Americas
And the rest of the world over.
We sure did think that there was a war
That would surely end all the wars
But nonetheless, in the modern day
This future seems impossible
In every goddamn way.