Thank You for Your Servility
by Michael Murry
The Sacred Symbol Soldier serves to shield
The fans from what transpires upon the field
Of battle, far away in distant lands,
While “patriots” swill beer up in the stands,
And cheer the gladiators down below
Who (for a dollar) put on quite a show.
To market war as just another game
Makes money for the ones who have no shame.
To move the mob, they wave the bloody shirt
Concealing blood and bowels in the dirt.
Their crimes they seek to hide behind the troops,
Those tools of conquerors and statesmen’s dupes.
The Taboo Troop shows up at sports events
To bask in brief applause; no malcontents
Disgusted, wounded, angry are allowed
To give the middle finger to the crowd.
And so the wars, somewhere, go on and on
Sold by the slave, promoted by the pawn.
Copyright © 2017 by
The Misfortune Teller