WAR Poem by Ashton Malan

Wait.

Is it over yet?
Not for another year. Or ten.
I’m a violent shade of bruised violet

Your brother died in the war? He was fighting for your rights
Your rights I so love to violate.

Wait.

Just a little bit longer
Only a few thousand left to die
Marching off straight to the skies

Bones in grass
Browns, and decaying grays

Wait.

I am one of you,
I am the everlasting elite,
I am the horseman known as war,

And I will do
Whatever it takes
for me to survive.