Belated Battles Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those belated battles.
Created to relate to a past.
To have had but missed to reminisce them.
Those belated battles.
Updated to renew,
Old and aged divisions.
With to cast a hatred as a task.
Only reveals an ignorance shown.
Of a history to keep repeated.
By those proving what to them,
Remains to stay...
Kept unresearched.
And obviously unknown.
Bringing them back to relive stupidity.
Deep to remorse,
A grieving felt again to disbelieve.
Yet...
Staying in their limited blinded minds.
Finding other battles to create in time.

Shooting bullets not throwing rocks.
Now they're using...
Sophisticated bombs to drop.
Shooting bullets not throwing rocks.
Now they're using...
Sophisticated bombs to drop.

Those belated battles.
Created to relate to a past.
Those belated battles.
Only reveals an absence shown.
Of a history unknown,
To repeat an updating...
Of a grieving known.
Stupidity alone condones.

Shooting bullets not throwing rocks.
Now they're using...
Sophisticated bombs to drop.
They're shooting bullets not throwing rocks.
With a using...
Sophisticated bombs to drop.
To reminisce their grieving.
And self inflicted pain.
While their minds are blinded.
To repeating of anguish that remains.
And delivering nothing from this gained.
But...
They're shooting their bullets.
With no minds to use.
And the dropping of bombs.
Like barbarians do.
Who still live in the past.
As if this doing they choose!
Their battles.
Done to do to excuse.