No More! Poem by Randy McClave

I came home from a senseless war
All bandaged up tattered and tore,
A uniform and medals is all that I wore
Then I thought to myself, 'no more'.
What was the reason for my fighting,
People are still killing, and also inciting.

I then opened up my bedroom drawer
I took out my bible as I had before,
Then unto God, I then swore
As I also said to myself, 'no more'.
So, many lives I had ended and stolen,
My head and my pride for a short time was swollen.

I killed him because he was damned and sore
I killed her because she was an Islamic whore,
Then I killed the child, because it was poor
Then I said to myself, 'no more'.
I murdered because of hatred and prejudice,
My soul was then sent into the dark endless abyss.

I stomped upon my bedroom floor
Then I thought I heard the weapons roar,
My soul I needed again to restore
Again I said to myself, 'no more'.
I told God then that I was a killer and a vet,
And wasn't it time for me to head home yet.

The rain it came like tears and it began to pour
Then I heard God speak to me, he said, 'no more”!