Poem / IN THE KILLING FIELDS - A Poem of Myth & Legend from the Front Lines

In the Killing Fields
Eric Persky Copyright ©

Always another battle in space and time
Marching a little deeper into the real world
Slowly consumed by the earth once again
Demons dancing in the flames like madmen
in the killing fields.

Can you hear the dismal pleas and melodies
of agony?

The Gods of Pain rise to their greed in our
screaming songs.

The killing fields are quite obscene.
The killing fields are quite unclean
in the killing fields.

Maybe a revolution, maybe a coup
Children were maimed by the bombs that flew
in the killing fields.

In bloodshed and suffering nobody won.
Only grief survives when the fighting’s all done
in the killing fields.

The budget for war is never enough.
Draft numbers for war is never enough
for the killing fields.

These aren’t the living fields;
These aren’t the giving fields.
You may not live to fight another day.
In his grave, he slowly decays away.
He walks alone, he’s fighting ever still.
Wisdom will prove the price of woe
in the killing fields.

When the dark day is almost done,
the warriors remain there still on the run
in the killing fields.

Time will clean these bloodstained floors
in the halls of Valhalla once visited by Thor
in the killing fields.

Politicians praise the war song that’s sang
for the sake of power, not an honorable thing
in the killing fields.

Strife and war has gone on for way too long.
It is time the old guard sang a brand new song
in the killing fields.

These aren’t the living fields;
These aren’t the giving fields.
You may not live to fight another day.
In his grave, he slowly decays away.
He walks alone, he’s fighting ever still
Wisdom will prove the price of woe
in the killing fields.

No living, no giving…

These aren’t the living fields;
These aren’t the giving fields.
You may not live to fight another day.
In his grave, he slowly decays away.
He walks alone, he’s fighting ever still
Wisdom will prove the price of woe
in the killing fields.

He thrives upon the grim despair
and carnal suffering;
For he knows his time is short.

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