"To War! To War!"
They shout,
Proclaiming it in everything.
"They must pay for the injustice they have dealt!"
Reporters crow, and Politicians cry
"We will deal justice in spades!"
…And yet,
Who is to say
What justice is?
The country and its politicians,
Who boast "We are best"?
Is it the weeping mothers and widows,
Who have lost their loves in war?
What of the children,
Who are orphaned: lost, fatherless, and motherless?
Or is it the men
Who come back broken, plagued with nightmares and lost hopes, dreams, and limbs?
Who can really say
What justice is?
A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for reading this. I hope it made you think a little.
This poem came about after reading chapter 7 of All Quiet on the Western Front (which I don't own). Stupid school for making me read gory war books with a depressing theme! If it were up to me, I wouldn't even consider reading this book! Yeah... Figure out my age yet? :D My English and Chem teacher read it and liked it. (Though, a Chem teacher's opinion really isn't vaild with this subject...) Might add a little more, might not. It depends if the idea I have works out.
Anyways, I thought that it related pretty well with the Ishvalan War. Especially the third stanza.
I dunno, tell me your opinions by reviewing!
EDIT 6/26/12: Fixed line formating. -_-; That was incredibly annoying. (Now you can actually see the stanzas! :D) Also added two more lines to the second stanza.
