WAR

I believe war is a terrible thing that is sometimes (though not usually) absolutely necessary. Emma

I know I'm crazy.

I was thinking about war today. What a pointless, futile exercise. Wouldn't it be loverly if instead of beating up the bad guys, we flew in a 747 with no guns and saved a few of those people getting creamed? You just might succeed, and if not. . .well, it seems better than taking a gun and killing common men who don't really have the potential for great evil. Pawns. In the great master game of the powerfull.

--- low ride-er

Hooh. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing.

These were on JottingDownBones, but now that I know that this page is here, I'll move them...The following poems were inspired by the movie 'The Patriot'.

 _"I Stand Here"_

 I stand here
 Among soldiers
 I look across the field
 At the approaching enemy
 I march forward
 Alongside my friends
 Relatives, classmates
 As I raise my gun
 And fire
 My best friend
 Unce, father
 Fall to the ground
 If I stop to mourn
 Cry, contemplate
 My life will be 
 Taken like so many other
 I reload my gun
 Every second fearing
 For my life
 I watch my comrades
 Crumple and fall
 As they are hit
 By the bullets carelessly
 Flying through the air
 When the war is over
 They say to me
 'We won'
 Won what?
 So many lives 
 Have been taken
 Needlessly, uselessly
 What have we accomplished
 With all of the killing?
 Lives destroyed
 Lovers, friends, families
 Torn like paper
 Ever so delicate and fragile
 Destroyed without a care
 Thoughtlessly
 So many died
 I am a lucky one
 But only in some things
 You see
 My father, and brothers
 Were killed in battle
 My mother, and sisters shot
 And killed while I watched
 Helplessly, pleading and crying
 For their lives
 It was no use
 This
 Is what war accomplishes

 _"Day by Day"_

 Constantly living in fear
 Going to bed at night
 Knowing it could be your last
 Watching Waiting Hoping Praying
 That they would not attack
 That they would pass you by
 That they would take no lives
 Day by Day, living in fear
 Night by Night, restless slumber
 Ready to fight, or run, or hide
 At the first sign of approaching danger
 Praying your loved ones will return
 Constantly living in fear

 _"Lives Begin Again"_

 Bodies
 Casusally strewn
 On the blood soaked battlefield
 
 Soldiers 
 Coming back 
 To their destroyed homes
 
 Families
 Torn apart
 Ripped at the seams by war
 
 Tears
 Falling down
 Shed by the remaining few
 
 Lives
 Begin again
 But always stained by the memories

-JessicaSkater