Fright of a Child
This is an average human being (a boy really) in war.
Wanting to be anywhere else, while his every emotion is sore.
He’s terrified’; and seemingly broken by it.
He’s being told, “Be calm”; but all he can do is panic.
Look at his hand, clenching in the fright of a child,
when only this morning it was raised, with a chant of “HEIL”!
His bladder is releasing, in the terror of war.
Saying to whom EVER’’s his God, “I DON’T WANNA BE HERE NO MORE”!
You see, war in NOT ‘natural’,
For those whom wish, not to fight.
It is NOT ‘normal’,
except to ‘someones’ financial, de-LIGHT!
Human beings sent to slaughter each other, at the bidding of psychopathic leaders,
are sometimes peaceful individuals, demanded by a conglomerate of sadistic bottom feeders.
Yet, generation later, those leaders send boys, men, women to other lands,
with any and ‘every’ weapon to destruct, strapped to their body and firm in their hands.
They’re are sent to kill and die for profit, to enlighten the conglomerate’s heart.
It seems the only way to end this, is for the world to shut down; and, ‘RESTART’!
-FLAWLE$ of NOFLAW
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