War Is Kind (standard:poetry, 213 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Dec 22 2002	Views/Reads: 3731/2271	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A college student rationalizes feelings of guilt for being sheltered from a war in which others die.

~War Is Kind~ 

By Will 

. 

Poor kids, 

why do you hang 

to the branches 

of these barren, campus trees? 

Why won't you 

let go? 

. 

Do your mothers 

rememember 

the color of your eyes? 

. 

Think of all the leaves; 

it is telling how they lie. 

. 

But I cannot cry. 

Did I know the sorrow 

whispering your names? 

I hear something, vaguely, 

about a war, and sigh, 

and the autumn leaves lie. 

I cannot cry. 

. 

O, Mother Grief, 

do not be deceived, 

war is kind. 

. 

Really, 

I feel for you 

poor kids, 

God knows; 

but you can't expect 

the best to die 

for something low. 

. 

Does it hurt to die? 


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