War Machine
Gears turn, and bodies burn.
The war machine churns.
Fueled by fear, power, and greed.
Cowardly old men send the young to do the deed.
Youth sacrificed at the altar of political vanity.
Days of boredom distilled into minutes of insanity.
Minutes feel like hours when bullets crack overhead.
Nightmare fuel for the living and the dead.
Back home trying to adjust.
Nevermind, family and health gone bust.
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Screaming for relief.
Lost all belief.
Everything loud and nervous.
Thank you for your service.
*Author’s note: Writing poetry in the modern era of the AI content landfill is hard enough, let alone I only know of one poet today who earns a living from his work. So I appreciate you sharing this and commenting if you found it useful or relatable. -Brandon
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