Literature
Spoils of War
A red sun rises
With a blood soaked mist.
I stand to watch, asking
How did it come to this?
It started with one shot,
a senator hit the floor,
Who knew that soon to follow
Would be just as many more.
We are at war
At least, most of us.
But will it really be
Worth all of this fuss?
We must walk on
Only with a nod,
As we all must ask
'Is there really a god?'
Why not stop this now,
Must we kill our fellow man?
Or are you watching over us
With your divine plan?
We are already here now,
As our country's small bet.
It is one which many of us are hoping
That we will not regret.
Sirens screech as planes fly
Making the ground