| THE SONS of WAR and MOLTEN FLESH the BEGINNING of ARMAGEDDON Flashes spot the velvet darkness Burning deep into the mind, And every flash is ever darker Than the one it left behind. PROCEED to BATTLE Noises rust with cruel corrosion, Through the ear, into the brain; Amplifying each new explosion Absorbing noise as soil does rain. A SAD REFLECTION Now endlessly the planes fly swift And as the cannons roar, My countrymen, with tears of pride, Farewell as sons march off to war. TOTAL DEFEAT The sons of molten flesh lay crushed Beneath a host of maggot flies, Whose job now done, leave newborn young To crawl in ears and out through eyes. Footnote: This poem was written in response to my growing disgust at the futility and terrible waste and sacrifice of war. | 
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