Theater Of Pain Poem by Eric Paeplow

The war is on, it's time to fight
Loose the cannons, the politician's scream
Unleash the beast; let the gathering hoards surge forth
With a burning need for glory and a lust for blood and pain

With their blackened hearts, masked by painted faces
Leaving behind, nothing but carnage, in their wake
So it's off to war again, to hear the screams of the dying
To watch the macabre scene take place

As fire burns flesh from writhing bodies
And bombs cleave flesh from bone
Leaving behind, nothing but rotting flesh and flies
Wailing parents and little children, torn in two

Another glorious battle, another city burned
The dead lay in heaps, of twisted flesh and bone
While what remains of the living, fruitlessly search
For what is left, of what was once their home

So once again, the stage is set
The lights are lit and the actors are in place
The audience shuffles in and takes their seats
To watch, as the gruesome scene begins, yet again

In this theater of pain