If I didn’t tell you, I bet you’d never guess that I pulled this out of a decades old notebook.  I don’t remember exactly what inspired this poem, but it certainly stood the test of time. I was 14 when I wrote it.

War:

 

Soldiers fight on the sandy plain

So long a war, they’ve forgotten the cause

A generation gone insane

Ripped by the teeth of battle’s jaws

 

The only sounds are sighs and groans

Live and die with blood on their hands

And children born in battle zones

Become victims of marauding bands

 

Through ruined cities, the hot wind blows

Crumbling monuments of a culture once grand

Only the stones and fallen walls know

What started the slaughter out on the sand