War Is Hell

A contest poem about men off to war.

Where there are men, there will always be wars. ~~Albert Einstein





Men marching,
marching
off to fight
the enemy,
relentlessly,
picking number after
number off.

Have we seen the worst of it?

It's just the
beginning, we are
waving flags,
and wearing buttons,
we need to,
again and again.

These good men defy death.
Innocent men who have no
wish but to give their lives
if they must,
for a better world
knowing that our country
has asked them to go
and they have
acquiesed with salutes.

In D.C.,
years ago,
I visited
The Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier
we were at full scale
then,
dying like flies.
I knew then, as I do now,
there is no easy answer.

Just as the flowers have gone
so have the days of our lives.
There will always be
other men,
marching,
marching off to war.