Sky stained with tones of red.
Dripping faucets correct the marching soldiers
as they blossom towards their murder.
Screaming cries of patriotic nonsense
in souvenirs of flags and medals
that they'll be presented with
either on chests or graves.
Breath tinted with lust.
War drums pounding in the celestial
sanctuary of the broken hearted puzzle
which demands to be reconciled
with its own sense of disaster.
Green dressed robots parading
in their endless lines of death.
Heart caressed by hate.
Speeches offered by suit and tied gremlins
that stay at home under their beds
while the young men travel far
bringing their disease like a plague.
Moronic images of courage driven
into their underdeveloped minds.
Someone has declared a police action.
Once again someone will die.