Part IV

A fairly old piece...
Just revised it a couple of months ago so I thought I'd finally put it up here...

Once a boy who’d fought a war,
Went to death and said:

Hello O Death how would you be?
Would you by chance,
Be in glee?
Or can you now look and see,
All the pain and misery?

“Listen boy” Came Death’s reply,
Do you by chance, want to die?
If not then please leave this place
Go away without a trace”

“Answer and then I shall leave,
Do you not know how many grieve?
You come and plunder, loot and leave,
The pain you cause you can’t conceive.”


“Enough do you not understand?
Listen now, the choppers land,
Out they come those men of steel,
Guns and lead they do not feel,
Hear the cries of simple men?
Yes you do but only when,
These men of steel come from the skies,
All that lives just simply dies,
But I must hear them everyday,
I follow them in every way,
To happen due to guns and greed,
From their Hatred I must feed!”

The boy understood and left,
He simply could not stay,
Even though he did not fight,
He died the other day,
The men of steel, they took him too,
And away the choppers flew,
And away the choppers flew.