fools

war poetry

The fools
They sit there like nothings wrong
Men die around them
They just sit there
They don’t care
No one does
They just want to win the war
This damn war
It means nothing
But we fight on
Dieing
For propaganda
I hate them
They sit in there offices
Laughing
Moving their pins
Nothing
All nothing
We are nothing to them
Maybe we are the fools
For listing to them
We chose this fate
We must pay for our decisions