Another Poem

I have recently started reading "If I Die in a Combat Zone" by Tim O'Brien. His book is very reflective and I believe is why I had the inspiration to write this poem. It is probably very crude (like all of my other poems) to the Literature analyst and Poetry connoisseur however I hacked it together while the inspiration had hold of me. Although I may not know too much about the topic, it is something which I will likely endure later in life as I leave this Academy.

War

War, war, every human’s evil core

What is it for, is it ever right?

War is taught, then wars are fought

Innocence caught in a deathly grip

Soldiers wander through the mist

Wondering why it came to this

Whether just or not

We were born to fight

Strapped on boots and gave our rights

Political means’ll likely be our end

But we soldier on and always defend

The country which we pledged our lives

Death we must all accept

No matter how grotesque, gross, or unknown to us

We are thrown together and protect each other

No one wants to see a sad Mother

We fight, we fight with all our might

No matter the cause there’s only one

To make it home to those we love

So there it is, I hope you enjoyed it.