Aftermath

To my friend...a soulful being, an american soldier


Freedom- a word justified not, origin of all fears
Yet we fight copious battles and preach carnage
Tyrants all gone, vicious epics still heard on airs
Or is that in all souls a spiteful vulcan does hide?

Who knows it better than you, my soldier friend?
That it’s all cyclic, the role of a hunter and prey!
The day it’s over; war justifying earthly borders
You search hideouts with conflicting conscience

Above all the logics, reasons mitigating bigotry
I see you often contemplating meaning of being
In sleepless nights you are seen thirsty, planting
A greenish dream in those abandoned red sands

You still count emptied magazines, hear to souls
Departing through bleeding wounds you owned
Afraid of all moments to be spent lonely, though
Solitude you prefer above noisy Vanity fairs left

Who knows it better than you, my soldier friend?
That it’s all cyclic, the role of a hunter and prey!
You may find not peace in these times inhumane
unless you believe in His words, selfless Karma


"No war ends in peace...or in other words it’s all cyclic. The roles of Hunter and prey."

This poem rings so TRUE....
Thanks!

Love,
Orania

thanks dear friend...its indeed true, written for a repenting soul who took part in the vietnam war!