War is not a game.

Composed and disheveled,
lines between lines,
like tiny solders, in formation
contemplating the horizon,
new pretend battles to pursue,
over powder blue blankets.

Rosy cheeks, and tousled hair,
a quick glance, to ensure,
that no one is coming,
with saltines and soup,
to wreck havoc,
with well-drawn controversy.

Politics are no longer treated,
like issues that have a pulse,
instead to be traded,
fought over like dogs on bones.
As the toy soldiers fall,
and falter,
no longer proud men.
Instead, a mindless game
of tic tack toe.
Cat’s game..no one wins.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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