WAR Poem: Fixing to Die, by Jason Ranieri

They put their finger to your lips
And say it isn’t what it is
As the journalist just wins a prize
And the candidate is making speeches
As the military reaches
The borders of the other side
History turns the corner
The stories have grown taller
And our memories are like a passing train
The conductor rides along singing old war songs
And the passengers throw roses in the rain
A letter from a love
The feather of a dove
And a symbol that has yet to come
The devil in the guise of a lamb
Rips out the heart of a land
Where the sacred ancient temples fill with blood
I heard an angel weeping
The woe of man was deepening
Terror was the reason why
And from what I have found
It can be seen on both grounds
That each side is fixing to die
Light a candle at the vigil
For the soldier that was just killed
Put pennies on each of his eyes
Doesn’t matter what the truth is
The facts are just loose ends
That the government can buy

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