the production lines have gone silent
the last soldier has just one bullet
all around him, the white flags fly
surrenderers surrender to the surrenderers
capitulate to the futility of war
“something’s wrong with Earth,” he thinks
“there should be blood everywhere”
lost on this field once cloaked in battle
he wanders through the carnage
looking for an enemy to blow away
“where is a combatant
worthy of this bullet?” he cries
as he watches a flock of crows
plucking at eyes of the dead
“has the world gone mad? he questions
“all for the hoax of global warming?
can’t the people see the value of conflict?
what will happen to the Military industrial complex now?”
such are the woes of a warrior
when there is no threat to be found
“the politicians are lunatics for ending this war
before accomplishing its objective”
i study the soldier, his distress and forlornness
wondering if his last bullet is for me
after all, i opposed this obscenity
voted for universal healthcare
instead of the almighty bomb.
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