Children torpedoed into adulthood
Men leaving wives and children to glean bread
They have to harvest and bake for themselves
The tale of a terror we know as war
This fight for borders this grab for more earth
Even when it cakes another man's boot
It is called hell wrapped in garments of greed
A covetousness risen from darkest void
Recline rescind retreat you worthless force
Back to the realm of never nevermore
© gillena cox 2022
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