Send More

Weapons

Please!
Feed us!
We need more!
It’s not enough!
Send us more.
More and more
to feed the fire
more and more
and more.

More missiles and rockets
more tanks and anti-tanks
more aircraft and anti-aircraft
more ammunition
bullets, bombs and guns
without end and still more
to come.

But please
no more
of your rejects
those old things
kept in store
for a rainy day
it’s raining
debris
and dust
here.
And we need
state of the art munitions
straight off the line
to feed our need
for more and more.

It’s piling up
the dust and the debris
the rubble of lives in flames
fed by weapons
and more weapons.
The tears of the displaced
are not enough
to douse them
so they leave,
when they can,
a low priority
as there’s no meat on them
the women, children and elderly.
But the meaty men must stay
to fight like soldiers
to the death
to be spat out
with screaming shells
and vomit
pain and fear.

But victory will be ours
and victory will be mine.
I’m still strutting my stuff
and still standing proud.
The last man standing
I’m planting my flag
in the desert of dust
but I’m still hungry
so feed me
more.

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/ Read other articles by Lynn, or visit Lynn's website.