War of Words -a Poem

Mind over matricide 
Word to mother
The words of men kill
... it was the generals who specifically called for the infantry
(((the babies with the guns)))
((Their Aquamarine lungs squeezed life imto the battle CRY))
(It was hanger drawn out -- wrought iron clad -- mortar shell placenta)
It came out kicking and screaming 
-shrill -riddled with the shrapnel of the mortal recoil

Once the smoke was snuffed by the collective catchment of the breath
They lay -- stunned
phantom limbs splayed on the crosswinds 
lying spent and whithered at the foot of golgotha 
column after column down through the centuries
here  lies your mighty corps

Art(if)act of man, 
Berthed to forever hold a peace of the world
but instead chose to
elope with men whose talk is only of war
To your left is the messengers shooting gallery
To your right is the military pageantry of the jingoists
dressed as civil engineered linguists

"guns don't kill people they said like they meant...
Words don't talk to people"

-- Written with the idea in mind that children running into war nowadays, feeing like it's their birth right thinking it is easy because they were raised on a diet of RPG's, by RPG's I mean Role-Player Games not Roket Propelled Grenades