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THE SPOILS (a morphing poem)

The diplomats make one last try
just as they have since ancient Greece
so blood won't spill nor bullets fly
in vain attempt to maintain peace

And even so, the plans are made
generals meet in their dark lair
where there's neither sun nor shade
troop casualties are assumed there

Machines and men are moved in place
both side joining in the race
strategists put marks on maps
talks are abandoned, frail peace..snaps

Now nations hurl their lethal toys
toward uniforms worn by young boys
with first contact with enemy
...........all plans turn to dust

Explosions, blood, total chaos
war is such a deafening sound
an unrelenting aural assault
screams and shrieks on radios
as communications disolve
Now it becomes a primal thing
us or them
him or me
loss fed rage fueling bloodlust
blindly charging
hoarely yelling

Heart pounding, fight or flee
to fight is to die
to flee is death
aim and fire while dealing death
a buddy screams with his last breath

Fight ever on
beyond exhaustion
beyond thought
beyond volition
an automaton
.............until

Silence save the ringing ears
enemy all gone or fled
now staggering I collapse
who can descibe a battle field?

Sitting staring with blank eyes
eyes don't really want to see
nose would rather not smell
the overload of death
whose images pursue me
into troubled sleep
............................
WAKE UP SOLDIER!! commanding yell
red eyes open up to see
a clean uniform amid this hell
I realize that he means me

So I arise, head toward the rear
as haze of battle starts to clear
I get a meal, a few days rest
then prepare for the next test

Generals still within their keep
lists of dead lie on the floor
with cold eyes which never weep
battle plans are made once more

For to the victors go the spoils
just what spoils they won't say
to grave diggers go battles' toils
another war, another day
......................and the dead don't care

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Structured: Eastern
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Comments

I well understand your concerns towards the USA troops to defend their interests in the Arab countries.
Back to the poem. I like the mixing you did . I think it prevents the monotonous tone

In the stanza:

Silence save the ringing ears..........saves/saved? (maybe i'm missing the meaning)
enemy all gone or fled
now staggering I collapse
who can descibe a battle field?

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It is my sincerest wish that we withdraw all troops from your region. Alas, as long as misguided jihadists continue attacking and killing American civilians we can do naught but try to carry the war to the homes of these who call themselves Islamists but are in fact betrayers of their own professed religion. Perhaps we poets should rule the world and then only fight one another through scathing critique of poetry lol.
On to the poem. Silence, save the ringing ears.....should be read the same as :silence except ringing ears. I am pleased you think the form compliments the story it portrays. This being a new form I've yet to feel comfortable with my using it..............stan

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We don't attack certain groups and keep each nation working out its own problems it would be great,don't you agree?

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I wonder how long a truce would have to last for the hatred due to past transgressions disappeared. We managed to put the war between the states behind us here in the U.S. and it was about as brutal as any war ever. Yet in the middle east it seems this won't happen as there are Still grudges being held from events thousands of years passed.....sigh......I sometimes despair EVER seeing peace there...................stan

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A well written set of poems up to your usual standards..
Why the hell dont countries of the world go and set up a defence of their own countries, instead of inflicting pain and war on other places losing good men to meddle in others business.
If we live till the future where each country is protected in its own rights then you would find world peace would break out and our troops could be used for other tasks at home where they belong.
I am sure I read a story Sci Fy where the UK was a business place and made various things trading with the rest of the world and had a defence system that was absolute.
Then there was no need for all that arms and things to carry out futile war games in other countries.
Technology should be used correctly for the advancement of man not to kill each other.. Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Thank you for the read. You know, even if all countries were equally armed there'd alway be some idiot who thought "If I just catch thjem by surprise.................". At least we've managed so far to keep from nuking ourselves to oblivion. I fear that might be the best we can hope for................stan

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someone’s desire some ones hope
some ones prediction
we all want to cope,
some ones command we want to usurp
and as politicians not bear the curse

so forget global warming
all such talk is really charming,
think of aliens next
and store dollars on some pretext…

we save for oil
and in search of sun hope
all our dollars aren't finally sunk
and anchor humans into oblivion
that's what you poets
must teach the masses
and not at each other
make generous passes...

loved

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