War at Your Throat

by Toreshi

1>

It howls, cries with the breath

Of all those hurt, in pain.

You can smell the tears,

Sure as you can smell rain.

2>

War is no one’s lover but his own.

Power gave birth to War

Ugly heads arise from this,

Give me but a battle for

The good of us all;

But someone will always be

Wrong, if many must die.

The death of many will make us see

That this is not needed

Anymore than the power struggles

Are, but both exist

And will persist, life’s not dull

With a knife at your throat

And the wind howling, sky

Crying, our voices, our tears,

Yet, not a thought, as we get by.

3>

I don’t understand.

Child, you never will.

So I choose not to see.

The truth is there still.