WAR Poem: Teach_____Not____,by Liam Sprayberry

Wax figures melt
at the end of humanity.
Paraffin welts
slip and slide profanity.

Generators run low
fuses about to blow.
Long decomposing materials
from which new life will grow.

Fallow fields lie,
where for naught,
Young men
went to die.
Red dot dream
felt, not seen.
Run, don’t scream.

The cool blue seed of ruin
stokes the speed of retribution.
Wisteria for the dead and
ascetic destitution.
Rampant destruction and
caustic pollution.

The neon sun of
imperial fire
christens the chrome of
an ethereal spire.
The demonic pun of
omniscient desire
encapsulates the tone of
one sided cease fire.

With anyone left to disapprove,
the greedy live to accuse.
With nothing left to prove,
the greedy live to use.
With someone left to remove,
the greedy live to lose.