in vain

part of me will never
leave
but hang on a
wall
in silence and
grieve
for in vain we
die
when truth does
cease
they started a
war
and called it
peace

war

when grandma came home last week
it wasn’t the same
she was missing two arms
and a leg
we all wondered
who was going to
cook
and do the chores
around here

grandpa cried
and said he didn’t want no damn
cripple in his
bed

strange how war changes
us