The Execution

Penalty for the crime of being born of being alive.

Trepidation explodes into volcanic fear
Takes off like wild fire burnt alive
Rolls molten lava down the mountain
Butters the melted soul to silence

Over run by soldiers out of control
The covered dead fill in the valley
Infantries spread to an infinity of hills 
 
A vacated image of a soldier in a mirror
Once a spy or simply a humble man  
An ego reflected in repose in melancholy

The war grows with the dead 
Executed by the military code
Antagonisms exaggerated calm 
Line up the men one by one

Place a cannon ball square right there ready
Aim steady through the eyes between the ears
Give a cigarette if they desire
Fire!

Author's Note

The penalty for the crime of being born, of being alive.... It is as easy as rolling down a mountain.... Guilty as charged.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

the horrors of war in the middle East is daily before us ...its unfathomable how far we can sink .. with such impervious impunity ..men, women, children...shot, burned, boiled, decapitated ..vicious intent of evil ... nothing more than evil :(((
E.

[Earl Schumacker]

Good morning E.
Thanks for commenting. War, like crime, are growth industries but you don't get much of a return on your investment. Have a great Sunday. Earl