In General
By Steven Ericsson-Zenith
Dear General
Your tactics failed
On the field of battle
Like flamboyant cattle
Your people danced
To slaughter
.
You ought to realize
That when faced with cannon eyes
The hope and courage die
And all that your god has taught you
Is nothing but a lie
.
Have faith though
In general
The right side win
Against the wrong
Or so we are led to believe
How often
I wonder
The time has come
And by it we are deceived?
.
Would a time of endless
Small persuasion
Lead to only minor cooperation?
I know a nations time to grow
Is only short.
Stop!
Comes the retort from all
This was never how it was meant to be
The needs of nationality
Are endless
Until there is no more
The score was never set straight
.
But my dear General
Is that a tear I spy
In the corner of your
Strategically place eye
Upon the curve
Of your next whore's buttock?
Cry now
For all the small and useless peasants
That died for this moment
Of victory
So rare in ecstasy
.
No.
It was not my sister that longed
For a quiet life
Of childhood memories
But your's
Remember?
.
Look upon the battlefield
Dear General
Do you remember the time
Your mother cried
Beside
Your dead father's empty grave
She turned
And she told you
Too behave yourself
You never listened
Did you?
The spew and blood
Have little meaning now
Still ...
How proud you feel
.

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