Oh What Glorious War
Poems that are a critique on war.
We sit in our homes, we laugh, we fight, we complain about our hardships: of how we must go to work, or school, or how we could not book that holiday in time. We switch on our computers and play a game where we impersonate a soldier executing others because it's fun.
Yet somewhere there are people giving their lives up so we can do these things.
There are also people who suffer tradgedies far greater than our own on both sides of the wars our countries fight. What we call 'warzones', some call homes. Sometimes wars are not even fought to protect ourselves; it is just an excuse we are told so someone with power can claim even more. Those we love then die for a false cause.
War is not glorious. War is not fun. It is brutal. It is violent. It is bloody. It is death.
Note: I have never been to war, nor do I ever intend to, but I have tried to encapture what little I do know of it.
Warning: may contains potentially triggering or violent descriptions
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