I thought about,
What we’ve become,
When soft lies become,
Subtle fun.
One who yells loudest,
Has already won,
And the search for truth,
Is an amusing one.
We’ve grown distant,
in teams of sorts,
Enslaved by emotions,
Agendas,
And retorts,
Friends become enemies,
In a civil struggle,
For love,
Acceptance,
Deflection from the lives we lead,
We plead for wars to cease,
While we fight ourselves in deplored streets,
Courage to dismiss,
And not to question,
Our own ideals,
Left uncontested.
We fear the real,
For we must begin again,
The arduous path of discovery,
That has no goal to win.
War Poems 