Oligarchs of War

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2, Prompt #389 - Lyrics are Poetic

"Think of a lyric you enjoy, or listen to some music and cull a line to use in your poem or as your inspiration. Credit the source. Music doth have charms. Let it speak to you!

All the Masters of War
so power-obsessed
send young men to conquer,
to kill, and suppress.

Backed by dirty money,
they relax on their yachts.
When the boy soldiers die,
fresh ones take their spots.

The land is destroyed,
there is blood steeped in earth.
No forgiveness, no soul–
you have traded self-worth.

(inspired by Bob Dylan's Masters of War)


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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