Inspiration:
Poetry:
Boy At War
Boy's got such an angry face to insist
with an eyebrow down,
that he's enlisting.
So now that you've realized it you can resist it.
Now that there’s anger in your eyes,
pick up your slowing heart and chainsaw
tears and put down your fist for him--
The warrior boy is growing fond of war.
When you come on down to greet him
with your loving, open arms,
Know when you meet him,
his frown’s a statement to the guy who beat him.
He's hating and instigating harm on
regretful pretty things that he never had
that lay now beaten to a pulp for him--
The culprit prince is showing off his war.
Up against the brick wall, a bloody lip
is scarred and marred in pain.
He’s shaking it off his hip,
drying in sunlight, wasted like tears in the rain,
and he’s drying inside and out.
This caged animal dares the passerby near
to hear him laugh in a bloodied pout for him--
The kid who knows he’ll die in war.
Hair unkempt, he's a raging beautiful wild
ADHD druggie renegade
and fugitive child,
Fighting off the adversaries waiting in the glade.
He's deep in the shade of a foxhole
with hands caught in constant surrender, so
all outsider and naked bystander roll for him--
The warrior son is growing up in war.
Run boy run, grit your teeth and spit
blood and spit to the bricks
beneath your feet and sit.
Hide where you stand and never submit.
Hang that helmet head you’re confiding in
but never give in or go on home
to where
boys like you belong, and rest now--
Your life is new, there's so much more.
(Inspired by the War shots)
