War and Pain

The pages of history drip

With the redness of pain

But perturbation won’t get a grip

On the yellowness of my pen

A look into the past invokes sordid

Memories of cruelty and misdeeds.

The red army’s venture into the future

Is a futile attempt to escape nature

And the war madness of the present,

For the insatiable and vile muzzles

That feed on human flesh and muscles

Are still hungry for more evil hustles

An embodiment of this generation,

Is sadly slipping into oblivion,

And effectively being put out

By a new breed of people without

Much civility or a sense of history

And any time-honored responsibility