War: Dark Poems

Look in my eyes. My bronze skin reflects the flames of the battles. I feed on bullets and shrapnel. I have trenches instead of veins and a bombardiers whirring plays my favorite symphony inside my big head. This is my story with some of my best camouflages and disguises and you should expect your peace plans to fail. Because thats what I do for a living. Look at my million golden teeth necklace. Ring any bells? Maybe youre too young. I probably should have mentioned the fireworks over the Baghdad night sky my new friend or the live broadcast of two great skyscrapers disintegrating. You know what Im talking about right? So you can call me by one of my many names: Great General Lock-box of the Powerful Red Rain Lord of Steel or more simply WAR. I appear as strife of many kinds from Stalingrad to Scotland. Africa to Afghanistan the civil war of Italy and the War Between the States ghostly wars drug wars the battle of the sexes World Wars I II and visions of a holocaust yet to come. Its all herein and more with poems both collaborative and individual. Proudly represented by Crystal Lake Publishing-Tales from the Darkest Depths.