Arrias and His Muse: Blue Sky
Author’s Note: Keeping current on the war… My Muse had some thoughts…
– Arrias
Blue Sky
Blue sky, green grass, the smoke a dirty brown,
Can’t hear a drone, can’t see a drone but a
Round incoming, better keep your head down;
Another piece of battlefield arcana.
War grinds on, young men die, this will never end,
Amid trenches and mud and bugs and rats,
Leaders have reasons, they’re not the soldier’s friend,
Another drone, another hit, more forgotten stats.
The trenches all look like one another,
The soldiers, too, now each looks to each,
Die in the open or in the earth, smothered,
Hopeless, a peaceful future out of reach.
What could we have done this war to avoid?
Meanwhile a people, a country are destroyed.
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May 21, 2024
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