Bittersweet


War is two people fighting
throwing first insults, then threats and finally
falling to blows. Eventually the purpose
becomes neither to win the argument
nor to prove superiority
but to kill the other.


It is a long, drawn-out struggle.
Both sides are livid, enraged and blinded by hatred.
And finally, when one stands
wounded and weary over the other's body
his eyes are cleared and realization comes.


He justifies his actions, saying “For the good of all man.”
But deep within, he cannot escape
the truth that weighs on him like a stone
the indelible bloodstains on his hands.


He questions himself again and again.
That final blow- was it dealt too heavily? Was there a
peaceful way, any way to better end the pointless affair?


The answer rises like a spirit from the dead. Better for
two to share in humility than for one to mourn alone.


Bitter compromise, though hard to swallow, ends peacefully


unlike sweet victory.




Unsung Martyrs
It is possible
to be
martyred,
presumably for something you
believe in
but die with that
smile on your
lips
only because you will be
remembered,
immortalized.
To choose your
’sacrifice’- at the right
place, with the right
people watching. With
pride
unbridled by the
God you
claim
to serve. And yet-
It is possible to be
martyred,
and die a peaceful
death- to
sacrifice
your entire life as a servant, a
doormat- because
God
calls you to. To
submit,
drain yourself
for everyone else- and to
do it all
knowing
you will die
unknown
unloved
unpaid
unsung.
These are the people through whose
death the world
marks
its greatest
loss.


History speaks
I was there
fighting an enemy
who used
tactics, propaganda, a whole
system
similar to that of your enemy
I made mistakes
Refused to face the truth
Hid behind diplomacy-
as you do today.
And it cost me:
Millions of lives, and the near
destruction
of life as I knew it.
You
stand at my graves
my memorials
my museums, and say
“Never again.”
Horrified by the
atrocities
I faced, but
blind to those in your
own day and age.
And
although you deny it, you are
tracing the very steps I
took- a
downward spiral into
what will be
a second
global
Holocaust.


I'm not very good, but after experimenting I find freeform poetry is my way of expressing myself- I've dabbled in rhyme, etc but...

Your poetry is profound. God has given you a great gift. :) Thanks for sharing. :)