War

We all love to ride the high road

Pretend that we are kings

But we don’t know about the load

Of which the station sings

Responsibility to act

All children shy away

Observe, understand, react

To jump into the fray

Seems a natural thing to do

And so we justify

Every action, me and you

We cannot help but lie

We explain away our violence

Force meaning onto war

Always will, until there’s silence

Now till forevermore

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This was the last of my series on the four horsemen of the apocalypse. If you want to check out the other poems, you can find them here: Death, Famine, Pestilence.

Thanks for reading, and have a great day :)