my husband is waTching 

band of bRothers 
and i ask him why they spare the medics
while the rest of the soldiers
roam as free game 
he says something aboUt geneva
and i’m reMinded again that war makes 
absolutely no sense
simPly a wet dream for dry men
yet here we are once again
Megalomaniac at the helm 
middle eat being bombed 
women and children and innocents 
caUght in the middle
and civilians and soldierS alike
keep riding this merry go round
horse and charioT
unicorn and elephant
But no one is having fun
and the ridE operator 
football on hiS phone 
has yeT to push the button
bringing this all to a halt
we anxiously hOld on
to our sanity and our Purses
as the stocks diP and climb
to our hope and our vErses
as politicians aDjust crime 
Because no one is sure
if it’s by dEsign
to Follow this playbOok 
oR instead a flaw of humanity
That we must repEat history
round and round
up and dowN
sick to oUr stomachs
wanting the chance to stop
Knowing that if that does happen
that humanity dares to drop 
this endless repetitive hatEful nonsensical act
it may be becauSe
the motor finally gave out
and the whole ride exploDed 
in a fieRy blast
a wOrry of the future
a worry of the Past 
we worry in the Present 
we no longEr can ignore
living as historical figures 
of this next worlD war