Over and Over and Over

Battle hymns are still played over and over and over

and flag draped boxes still arrive at Dover

and its a fraction of the casualties of World War One

but it’s still somebody’s daughter and somebody’s son

and, though technology has kept the flag draped boxes to a minimum

and predator drones do the work of soldiers more and more,

for the ones we call collateral damage,

it’s still good old fashion, deadly, awful,

ungodly, horrific, profit-driven war

as we kill more and more civilians every single day

but who will lay a wreath for them on Armistice Day?

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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