GUERRE FUTILE
The day ends in stinging guilt
with the heart aching in sorrow
entwined in the killing fields of filth
where there is no tomorrow
A candle flickers in the night
the light of day having left
Shades are drawn on today's sights
to hide the ugly darkness of death
Ghostly sounds course through branches
they lurk in shadows that absorb noises
as rain like mournful tears breaches
the dreadful sight of naked corpses
Silenced life in gloomy painted hues
is displayed on masks worn starkly
that cover blood-stained patriotic dues
embedded in the nightmare they carry
The consequences of failed kindness
cold indifference to human life
surfaces in mindless distress
that feeds hate and strife
'Tis no wonder that hate
remains untouched by rational norms
and conflicts become futile wakes
instead of sunlit love songs
for Veterans...everyday is Veterans' Day
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