This war will end an ordinary day
just as it started once,
like weather didn’t change a lot that day
we never noticed our transition into war.
I think it was more in sense
of end to boredom,
when first we welcomed arms and uniforms;
it was a welcome change from endless
reruns on the television and beer that wasn’t cold
We had demanded to feel safe,
but when they called at night
to search our dreams,
we realized we were
the menace to society they had talked about.
And when they cut the rations
to fight another war, we wondered
for whom the war as waged and who we fought against.
At dusk they gathered traitors,
some were shot at dawn other marched into the north
some they just released to tell us all they cared.
But just as we once were bored with peace,
this war will end as sighs at night.
There are days when I feel that war grows from plain boredom. A little bit like the sense I got when Mersault killed and Arab in the Stranger.
December 25, 2016