War and aftermath

Matthew 24:6 New English Translation (NET Bible)

You will hear of wars and rumors of wars. Make sure that you are not alarmed, for this must happen, but the end is still to come.

 

War was looming and now started as the force has taken charge

Destruction now is commonplace as a legalized summation

The civilized has now departed and love became a farce

Depravity is now facing a tight embrace with degradation

 

Puppets move on either side for the same empty glory

The leaders rise and fall in their addiction to violence

With arms open wide and deploying all the gory

That always after all respects, life's beguiled by pretense

 

Instinct has taken over through founded habits taught

Survival, an angry hunger, which is forced into a gravel dish

Unleashed now from the cover as a character once sought

And is now an open flow of dung smelling like some rotten fish

 

How can one be nice with dripping blood-stained hands?

Driven through motivation based on “whose” survival

Convinced oneself of rights separating foes and friends

Based on just frustration towards a certain end’s arrival

 

You will never be the same as the smell will never leave

You shot all to pieces what was never really whole

At the start just like a game only to be left in grief

From which you want to flee to be hidden in a hyperbole

 

Only self is left with an after-taste of the final battle

Carrying into the future a foretaste of hell

Now you are bereft like a horse without a saddle

Locked up in a pasture with nothing left to tell

 

Justified you stand with your ankles in blood

Grimacing a smile based on a fill of emptiness

A hero in a land that died for its own good

Yes! It takes a while now to fulfill forgetfulness

 

You will be thrown aside when you are used up

Just a few will understand where you have been

You changed death for life by drinking from an empty cup

To represent your land over and over once again

 

Tears have long dried up and nightmares always repeating

Your children admire you thinking you’re a hero

You feel so washed up as it seems too late for complete healing

As you’re sliding down the wire far below the standard zero

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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