Seasons of War
Posted by mnaz on September 24, 2005 at 11:37:09:
My father has seen the seasons.
He comes to curse this needless war.
He rails against all the President's men.
He decries the sacrifice of our children
on a bloodstained altar, like tithe or tax.
We the people, in order to build a more
Perfect bottom line, the noble campaign.
Almighty God of gain write our slogan.
High-minded phrases of freedom.
We go, enslaved by linguistics.
My father now curses a legacy of lies
Built on false pride and senseless waste.
He sees through that now, enough is enough.
Mass murder for profit, death of a race.
Later I find him asleep in his chair,
War Channel on television, volume on high,
Ritual footage of bottomless courage,
Sanitized honor and agony of purpose.
Suicide, like the seasons,
an endless loop.