Send More


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.



https://dissidentvoice.org/2022/04/send-more/




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