War Never Changes

There is an age-old saying that war never changes

It didn’t for your father

He fell through the air and mustered dusty courage and passion to care

You have been stricken with the same

The wrongful war to devil out

It has no mercy

You don’t have a battalion

Or many on your side

World War Three hasn’t happened in our generation

We are a modern, over-connected nation

Bend bend bend and bruise; we refuse to reuse, reinspire, retry for this recluse

You snap. Remorse.

Dear Pop; he let go of the cockpits’ controls and crashed into a lonely house

He never remembered it, he only thought of the music he loved

Today you wake up in the Gordon unit

And I can’t fly there to get you out.