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