Victory

This is what victory

Looks like

Abandoned buildings

And rubble

This is what history

Looks like

The hand that kills things

Brands trouble

This is what misery

Looks like

A plan on seeing

Those lovable

Loved ones

Though subtle

To no one

To know one

Become undone

And gunned down

A war’s won

A corpse

Unwound

They hope for peace

Or at least

A cease fire

The deceased tire

Are tepid

Are cold

The young

The old

Brave, cowardly, and bold

Behold it’s horror

Bewildered and tortured

Builders and forgers

Filtered by borders

Deal death by mortars

Now your neighbor’s dead

Your kids are dead

The crater led

Your pain to dread

These are what tears

Look like