To Love War
by JS Schilling

I am not a found disciple of war,
O'
Yes,
This thing we must do
Like swatting an annoying mosquito
We must dispatch in order to survive.
But I have no overwhelming love
For war.
I'd rather taste it like rancid capers
than sweet salt in the stew of necessity,
the Grand Central Station
of crusading.
O' yes,
my young lads,
you are men,
and men will do what they do,
my boys,
know this:
-it has just come time for you to kill.
            But never, ever love "your" war(s)...


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Copyright © 2007 - JS Schilling
Published: 10/25/07   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem