Wars That Can’t Be Won

-Wars That Can’t Be Won-
by Keaton Foster


Battles
Troubles
Wars
That can’t
Be won
Give it all
In return
Get nothing
Judgement lent
Is judgement meant
Upon your cross
You’ll hang
Until death
Is certainly done
You won’t
Cannot
Be forgiven
What you’ve done
Why you did it
Matters least
God is cruel
Not kind
His hand
Righteously heavy
Thus within
Lives the duality
Fight or die
Kill or be killed
What purpose is right
What God is blind
Could it be none
Wars
That can’t
Be won
The fight
May be over
The gun
Not be undone
The bodies
Are piled high
Upon the dead
You now stand
Victorious
The man
You’ll live
At least for a time
But out there
One day soon
A bullet
Will have
Your name
Upon it
Fired
By the enemy
Of your kind
And the brother
Of all those
You’ve killed
In the end
We all see
The same blue sky
We all wonder
To the same why
Our answers
Will indeed come
We will be hung
Upon our cross
Until all sin is done
Until our souls
Are expunged
Of all that we did
In order to live
Over those
Who wanted
Without question
To kill us
Wars
That can’t
Be won
Are battles
That we as beings
Should not be fighting
But time and again
We pick up
Our weapons
In the name
Of self-preservation
Forgetting for a second
As we alone
Are pulling the trigger
That for all that we do
And for all that we have done
None of it is without
Consequence…


Wars That Can’t Be Won
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.