Poem: War

War, a creation,
A creation of Man
The creation of destruction
Ravaging our land

Weapons of war,
Instilled with immense power,
With enough devastation
To destroy Earth ten times over

War machines built, designed
To suppress the weaker
To their fates, resigned,
Coerced to surrender

Freedom confiscated
The conquered suffer.
But what is it that
These madmen are after?

Wealth? Power?
Or an insane war-lust?
The urge to conquer
Just overwhelming us?

Or is it fame or glory
To make us feel good?
To be the centre of attention
Or in the history books?

Perhaps survival of the fittest?
Or revenge, personal grudge?
But deprive others we will
With war's tormenting touch

Damn the war!
Condemn it to hell
If we do nothing to stop it,
We'll go down with it as well.

--> Location unkown, some time around October 1994

What would drive a man to lead a nation to war? Only God truly knows, I guess. o_0