Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Fort Justice



The clash of swords.
War. Anguish.
Something rotting and decomposing
Scattered weapons upon withered earth.
The soil upturned from struggles between men.
The ground consumes the blood.
This land soon becoming hungry for man.
Shrill cries of agony and death.
Bellows of man charging forward.
Hoping to live another day.
Sweat and stench clench the bodies
Of men alive and men dead.
Their corpses are nameless.
Ties between fact and fiction
Become a blur, none too distinguishable.
There are those that hide, hoping for
It all to just disappear, only to be found.
No mercy shall be shown.
For this is a war against Gods.
Men blinded to see that it was a just cause.
That the death of man brings forth the life
Of a just and noble God.
Others scared.
Fighting for their families and land.
Pillaging and ravishing.
Tearing apart homes, lives, families.
Fighting to do what is what they believe is right.
For nothing more than an opinion.
Or even for plunder.
Treasure.
The clashing metal of swords and shields
Lead to turmoil and hate.
What could be brothers are now enemies.
What could have been happy is now afraid and sad.
But we are all just fighting for what we believe in.
The scribing of pen on paper.
Of the sound of voice to the open air.
The splatter of paint to canvas.
It is all thought of as our own personal battle.
Between ourselves.

3 comments:

Brian Miller said...

nice...you set the stage well with the chaos that is war and all our motivations...love how you bring it home though back to our own war with ourselves....and even how we express it in art...cool piece...

tino11 said...

Ahhh, the futility of war. Although, War had one helluva singer in their day ;-)

I have no idea what anyone is fighting for these days. Theres nothing left to fight about, unless you put in the wealth of resources at the two poles that companies and countries are now fighting over.

This really did speak to me as I read, I could hear the sounds and feel the anguish of men just hoping to survive the butchery, so theres some pretty powerful imagery in there.

liv2write2day said...

There's such a consistency over the ages and throughout the world's nations. This could have been written about any war...for me it brought to mind the Civil War in the USA about which I've been reading recently. Well done, Lindsey.