POETRY

"What is war?"
"How do you define it?" Questioned my mind,
And I was speechless.

My mind was war.
Where battles were fought and people turned back.
Where tyranny was always on the rise and traitory would never be left behind.

I said, "You are war."
And it said,
"How would you define me as war? I'm just a piece of flesh that has nerves in it." I said, "You're just a piece of flesh that can conquer countries, fight battles, increase conviction, love others, make decisions and you're a piece of flesh that cannot be teared apart, no matter what happens." It said, "I am out of words. I am in war."