AN EULOGY

A eulogy

When the strong becomes the weak
What is that can happen
A catastrophe? A hullabaloo?
That makes the pretention meek
And the entire world stoic and, rapping

The most vulnerable are always the perpetrators
For the government masquerades its desires
To increase the vote bank that caters
To these incorrigible liars

Who is it that suffers the most?
The wives, the sons and the daughters
And then the government raises a toast
Contended with their unreasonable slaughters

The soldiers lost their lives
Never saw their loved ones
Their adolescence, their later life
All turning into hives

Their friends became engineers and managers
THEY chose a career to SELL themselves for a cause
That they believed in and now the same cause purrs
For the insatiable demand to redo the political flaws

The service is done
And the graves concocted, after the great feat
The government still wants more, next sun
For the butcher always needs more meat.

The honor is of the politics
Not of the soldier’s
The sun is still shining
The river still flowing
So, why make the world atomistic?