Quote/Poem The War of Words.

[Poet soldier]

The War of Words.​

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You sit on the green seats,​

Firing at each other with words,​

The whistles of accusations fly over your heads,​

Like supersonic birds.​

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Some ricochet off your armour,​

But few pierce your skin,​

And the wounds are felt in your pockets,​

And all you can do is grin.​

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The air is filled with rumour,​

As you fight for your reputation,​

But this is not the real war,​

Where is your repatriation?​

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Yours is a civil war,​

On opposite sides of the room,​

Your battlefields of pen and stripe suits,​

In the end will be your doom.​

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What of the families,​

Those have lost daughters’ and sons,​

Who fight for freedom at your command,​

The ones that really hold the guns,​

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So swap your words,​

With actions we can believe,​

Not this war of words that lends no support,​

Especially for those that grieve.​

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6 Jan 10
Alex Roissetter.