a chimerical Peace, a War fanfic

bullets scream like fourth of july fireworks in bloodred (dyed) skies;

a distorted reminiscence of cheerful times and please no more goodbyes

i can’t escape mistypuppet eyes and plain celebration with the good ol’ guys—

stop

look up—murder reigns supreme with chaos racing against humanity

close your eyes and count to five drop to your knees and quick! mumble a plea—

prayer hasn’t me free one two THREE—

wait

WAIT.

you swore you’d be a hero one day—to follow and obey—predator and prey

your tombstone’s mud and dirt and clay you swore you’d slay the evil at bay

an oath so pure now grey with—again! PRAY open your eyes to a dream’s decay…

run

they won’t remember tomorrow anyway.

This is a war of the unwilling,
Led by the unqualified,
Dying for the ungrateful.
-G.I. Latrine Graffiti
War fascinates me, it really does. We fight in the name of peace and freedom, when those we kill for will fail to remember.
Note - the whole 'count to five' is from a children's rhyme for jump rope.

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