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Born to Die Serving: A Satirical Poem

Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.

Proud they died in political, not defensive wars.

Proud they died in political, not defensive wars.

Fighting for peace is like f....ing for chastity.

-- Steven King

They invented all "noble causes"

enjoying the heights of their careers

getting standing ovations and applauses

letting followers die as some proud volunteers.


None of their children ever sent away to fight

it was for those lower classes to die patriotic

somehow it all passes as normal and right

while to me it always looked quite idiotic.


Like an invincible king on his high horse

is the politician, that conman in power

duping the masses without remorse

enjoying view from his ivory tower.


After a long wait his dreams came true

now feeling at the top and so far ahead

throwing crumbs to me, and some for you

expecting gratefulness for a loaf of bread.


Rich are our countries with their resources

rich enough for every single one to prosper

never rich enough for those on high horses

you can't feed enough that greedy monster.


How many have died for a power game

and how many are still there willing to die

"in the name of country", or is it their name

making many a confused mother or a wife cry.


Born to die serving under an unlucky fake star

crawling toward mirage in desert of their choice

are political followers with their eyes just open ajar

and forever willing to cherish some misleading voice.


Long before that last of the last heroes is gone

nothing will change with a brainwashed crowd

each of us will still cheer to them like a moron

repeating their slogans all dignified and proud.

© 2022 Val Karas

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