War

It’s an evil thing

For which there is only internal help

Old ways are not forgotten

And can not be ignored

As they beckon,

Calling out names,

Laughing gleefully,

Feeding on your pain

Sucking strength

Enabling the power to fight back

As it promises to light the darkness.

I can beg, and I can prey,

I can plead with you to rage

Shooting down the lies

That fly at you

One after another,

Encouraging you to fight.

It will do no good.

My loyalty and support,

Mere obstacles standing in the way,

Easily defeated

by simply ignoring.

I long to help,

To sample the blood

Of the slighted demon.

But the feast is all yours

To savor the sweetness

and starve no more.

It’s an evil, evil thing

For which there is no real true cure.

Original: Paula Kobre 11/3/03

Reworked: Paula Granell 12/29/24

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