The Spoils Of This War

Watch the
dead arise
from the earth
wipe the dust and
dirt of many
a foregin or
domestic fight
from the winkled
brow of father time

Is Earth now on
Hell prehaps is
just only the
Bloodshed on the
the street
In your mind
now calls upon
its defeat

Counting the
Costs of Power
Mad warlords
As apathy
to weep
and the talons of
the mighty eagle
keep digging
driven in
rather deep

Are the spoils of this
on terror
or any of our coldest
worth the
of our future
and the clean up
left to any surviving

By ThaPoeticFire

© 2011 ThaPoeticFire (All rights reserved)


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