War Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

War



My annals bear glorious and dark pages,
And crimes, as are committed in my name,
As men did go to fight and claim wages,
Along with chance for fame, quick death or shame;
I need funding for my armies to march,
And give treasures to victors, who conquer,
That as they walk past the triumphal arch,
They too have history's acclaim to plunder;
But war is told for and by the living,
The dead has no more need for tales to tell,
Amazed that pen could also be killing,
And death, a second time to them befell;
………Yet victims and victors do have semblance,
……..They could all lie without a difference.

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