Warmonging

WARMONGERING

When all the marching
And all the tuneless beats
Are silenced
And the din of death
Evokes the rhetoric
Eulogizing aggression,
Will you still
Beat the breast of self?

When all the wailings
Of the abandoned
Are heard above
Whistling warheads
And the soldiers
Limp before you
Will you still
Restrain the voices
Of democracy?

When the spoils
Turn against us
And the threat
Of failure realizes
Will you know then
That voices will not be silenced?

When the terror
Who is your demon
Becomes the terror
We plead to avoid
Who will do the marching?

Lou Bradley

Posted over on The Pedestal Magazine