Kill, maim, win at any cost, Glory to the man still standing Amongst the chaos, Blood, gore, body parts. WAR! WAR! WAR! Arms dangling loosely From torn shoulders. Gunpowder lingers in the air. Nothing but hazy skies, No stars out tonight. WAR! WAR! WAR! Grass is no longer green, The rivers are running red. Tears flow from broken hearts, Their beloved lying on the ground. Fuck this system!
holy shit hippie chick, that was so powerful. i love the name of the poem as well. who really get the victory. you depicted the capitalist system so well. all the people win is exactly what you described destroyed cities and rivers of blood while the fuckers running it fatten their pockets. you are a true revolutionist with this piece of art. don't be afraid to stand firm with your beliefs. this poem give me chills. i love it, please keep up the writing. peace love joy and harmony
