Sometimes I think it is criminal the way life treats some people
Especially those who have dreams and pursue them as if a purple rainbow
only to see the aspirations cut out of the sky as if a paper moon
on cardboard paper by a child who does not understand pain.
They do not see a yellow sunset and their lives are encompassed
with that constant echo going through their minds, Why, why, Why?
Where once they seen the window half open it is now half closed
and has transformed into a dark picture soaked in the tears they cry.
I see the soldiers two seconds from being home and others on their way
to their personal Iliad leaving behind wives and husbands sons and daughters.
Before they have a chance to serve their God and country they are cut down
seeking themselves in their own blood and like so many who die in senseless war they become those counted as should have lived but senselessly did not.
Honorable mention
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