War and Peace

Stuck into man is war

hammered into man is peace

and both are distributed equally

consciously

clumsily.

Educators,

politicians,

generals,

from laziness or habit

or even natural cursedness,

give defense for the dead,

and the uncorrelated systems

they vaguely know, yet support,

uninterested in the comfort

of others, only

in the (or their) masterwork,

and their exulted positions.

Nor are they interested in

the systems-per se,

that produced this cumbrous

and inefficient

way of unrewarded hopes

passions, laundry bills,

erotic experiences

to the young soldier,

and to the people of a nation

and thrust the young soldiers

(who fight for principle or flamboyant

experiences), thus,

into harms way they are sent,

considered freedom fighters.

They think we are above the Odyssey,

Or the Chanson de Roland, but

we are still in the Middle Ages,

Sad Love Poems

still back at Troy

trying to get out of its flames;

only literature has changed

(but not in words or deeds,

rather in scarcity).

The soldiers only ask

to be remembered;

the war now considered

along with the views

of the war makers

"...are they still valid?"

and most often,

"...had they been

very intelligent,"

in the first place?"

"Miscalculations!"

someone screams.

Another voice says:

"Comparative to what

war?"

A nation tranquilized,

family's low-brow now!

It's all in American tastes,

is it not...

((or the nation at war) (but

America seems always

to be at war, does it not?))

but more derivative.

I found the greater

darkness

in the children

considered the hope

of a country;

literate, and forthcoming,

fortnightly

premature,

once they have

killed a cat,

the scarcity

of killing is dead,

so summons the

hasty soldier

onto war.

Onto war I say,

and ready to invest

his life into his country,

disparate to be of value.

Who wrote these

satiric verses

for him to remember?

Someone blatant,

for organic

stupidity;

it is all too

ambiguous for the

young mind to

digest

or defuse

if he tries

his mind becomes

fragmentary,

unorganized,

for the educators,

the generals and

the politicians

have given him

various

volumes, in each age

to look at

(read, study-

throughout his life,

even his parents

gave him toy guns

at the age of ten),

now his brain is diluted,

and modified:

war is tattooed

inside of him,

his cerebellum.

So what do we do

(if anything)?

perhaps give him

forty versions of

the Chaucerian

for a anecdote?

I do not mean

to get you sidetracked,

comparing philosophy,

(I am not)

with grandiose figures;

nor comparing personal habits.

Let us by all means-though

glance at philology

-for in

all languages,

as most historians

or psychologists, or

war college professors,

will tell you

there are certain

attributes, each

country of war

preys on

(yes, we are guilty

of having the animal

hunter in us, and thus

we plunder

and victimize,

oppress).

And yes, yes indeed,

war is permitted

as a subject of study,

and its study is so

designed as to

draw the mind of the

soldier, or warrior

(to be),

away from leading

freely,

into the insanity,

to follow-blindly:

even in America.