I know I haven't posted in a while

So I let the blog sit for a bit,
So what? It only got a few views since I last checked, but when I did check, I was all like, "I could make a change over in this poem...and this one...and this one......this really sucks..." So I'm going back, and changing EVERYTHING
So be warned


~me

revised: The Picture Drawn

I do believe

Before the war

There were no men

Not forty score

To live and die

Right by your feet

For soon demise

They'd surely meet.

They'd go on living normal lives

A house and kids; their loving wives.

There’ll be no grit

No blood or scars

Just coming home

In brand new cars.

They'd love their wives

With all their heart

No fear of death

Will “do us part”

But so it was,

Their numbers called,

And friends did die;

Their wives appalled.

The picture that

Was drawn for them

Was not their husband;

No home for men

The face was gritty

Blood caked on heads

And here were they

With comfy beds.

They took their lives

Their friends’ respect;

All war is just

What won't expect

Now men rush in

When that age comes

Testosterone rage

Will fill the guns

They'll get much tougher

The friends, they'll meet

Will say they're invincible

Just can't be beat.

They went ahead

And joined the cause

Came home in bags

All wrapped in gauze

But boys still go

And waste their life

For something when

They get a knife;

Our culture breeds

Such warrior men

But no one knows

No bullet will mend