Who should die and who should live? (poem) by Joyce White on AuthorsDen

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Who should die and who should live?

Who should die and who should live? I think a lot about our men arguing over who should die and who should live, I think about how they worry about the sky dropping fire and brimstone on them and all they love...

Who should die and who should live?

I think a lot about our men arguing over who should die and who

should live, I think about how they worry about the sky dropping

fire and brimstone on them and all they love, I think about

how they end up sore and bleeding standing on corners,

I always give them a nod, a word or two, and they look at me

through swollen unforgiving eyes; what more can I do?

Will it matter who I vote for? Will the killing stop?

I'm recalling my own pops, who served both in the Navy and Army,

from l7 to 40, even though his heart is now cold stuck inside a box,

I think about my brother committed suicide when he got back from

Viet Nam, don't think he ever voted...

hear them scratching and moaning just outside my reach, probably

patrolling somewhere between the living and dead, weighed down

by these last indignities. Will it matter who I vote for? Will the killing

stop?

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on May 29, 2009

No, it won't. I think, sadly, that peace is not possible because absolute power corrupts absolutely, and man likes gambling with the lives of other men. This was very thought-provoking and good to see.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on May 27, 2009

Feeling hard for your brother, he could had been one of my men or better said one of my buddies, because in Nam's hell-jungle rang counts very little, but "who should die and who should live?" is an equation that every soldier knows, because they say "they didn't call my number today"
A moving write for many of us.

Georg

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on May 26, 2009

Excellent and profound poem.take care

EDWIN

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on May 25, 2009

A unansewred question for the ages. Only God know the answer. Your stir up long ago, left behind emotions as your emotions rise to the surface, well said. Godspeed to you...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Joyce, many years the Chicago Tribune rand a short piece about a young girl who had written: Some day they're going to have a war and nobody's going. That perhaps is the only way we'll ever stop this madness. Excellent write. -gene.