War Poem by Ryan Brodesser

Fire was first to warm the hand

to start and teach our kind to stand

years later it was the glistening gold,

for wealth that was claimed to be untold

the blood gleams were taken with fire and steel

such spoils from savages was more than ideal

another centuries pass and then it was the land

taken by a force none could withstand

and so many nations were founded by the lords way

and paid by the blood of those in their way


today it is oil, over in the sands

taken away in faraway lands

the steel still rings and the fires still burn

to collect that war trophies which we eagerly yearn