Duty

 

 

     Alone the Kings stand,

Preparing for war again and again,

Their foe their equal pacifist state,

Humouring the torso without the will to speak,

     So many haunted,

So many taunted,

So many a serf leaves behind

Morality and normalcy,

So many the people tire

Then tire some more,

 

     The Kings are at will,

Their demons the paranoid

Of states where evil

Decapitates the innocent,

     Yet -

Their deed must be done,

Each war leading to more,

Relentless; a foe whose ranks

Swell and swell with hatred

For the Northern Hemisphere,

For the Caucasian now

Seemingly undone and declined,

 

     Battle-cries

Pierce the air,

The sky the ground the sea,

Many die wanting only to flee,

But the Kings know

It must be now,

Or they cease their very

Own will,

    

     Governance of war

Sends tears of shame

Both to populous

And seasoned combatant,

Where the split

Within justice,

Sends each roaming

     Soldier,

Pleading both to kith

     And kin!

 

     No choice was theirs

But to defile the Earth,

No choice was ‘ours’ –

But to bear witness,

No choice the soldier

Who fights for our freedoms,

No choice the soldier

Who’ll remain within sickness.

 

 

Michael J Waite 26th September 2014.