What if you came to realize this war you are waging is of mere ignorance?
The deaths and screams of brave men falling with honor,
Are they worth what you call true pride?
Is there satisfaction in killing the old ways?
There is no honor in this war.
There is no peace for this earth.
What is the price to pay for a useless victory?
The dead fathers are the price you pay for your arrogance.
Their blood instead of water seeps into the earth.
The tears of women mourning their husbands appears the enjoyment of the victor.
How many must die for respect and admiration?
Most of all,
Who truly suffers the most?
The killed or the survived.
- Title: Black Hearts & Crimson Grass
- Artist: morbidmistake
- Description: This is a poem about the war in Iraq.
- Date: 12/01/2008
- Tags: wariniraq