THE RHETORIC TO WAR

There is no price to war

That gives to man –

The kindness in the world

It is a shadow of death –

That takes away eclectic love

With  eyes of boom

No one knows pleasure from it  

It gives little angels penury –

Cuts free women’s sensual attitudes

The coins of war –

Leave men’s hands blotted

Minds filled with dreams of loot

Feeling the pain that is war –

In my veins – WAR

As deadly as skidding words

To disagree fundamentally

Does not mean - WAR

We should kill physically

The rhetoric shall paint –

An explosion of flawed desires

That destroys the shape of design

Dead bones through dead towns –

A plague to power in man’s minds

Pillars written in nonsensical pain

There is no price to war

That gives to man –

The kindness in the world

There is no winner, in its rhetoric

No Nation, No Peoples, No Peace  –

A mechanical word to erase races

Those who go into it – no honour

Sending verbose spears to butcher

Envy man in peaceful plateaus

World War I, II – it was War

Vietnam – it was War

Iraq – it was War

Afghanistan – it was War

African Tribal Wars – War

The War on Terror – it is War

Racism and caste division - War

It is War! It is War! It is War! –

Pillars written in nonsensical pain

By Linda Sakazi Thwala