WAR Poem: Lines, by Jeffrey Beck

The line between a hero
And a monster is ultra-thin
An unrecognizable partition
Where one side is exalted
And the other is sordid

Intentions mean nothing here
To the observing eye
And those watching your moves
Are interpreting your actions
Always in relation to them.

Closed roads and bullet holes
Have an influence; it’s generational
They leave those already scared
Wondering who the good guy actually is

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film. View all posts by poetryfest