This poem won second overall in the Whitman poetry contest for the free category. I got the idea for this poem while listening to a song. Just to clear things up, the main point of this poem is that some things are worth fighting for, but not everything is worth dying for. The point of this poem is not to be strongly anti-military. I am anti-war, I do not think war is a good thing in any way. I do believe that a military is necessary, but just for defense. I apologize for the poem being so spread out so it takes up so much space. Something weird happened with the formatting and it somehow became double spaced.
Worth Dying For
Lots of things are worth fighting for
Very few things are worth dying for
Do you know the difference?
The people are riled up
Words set them on fire
Their blood boils
They would go to hell and back
Just for your stupid cause
Because your words stir them up
What ho grab your guns!
What ho draw your swords!
What ho we’re off to war!
Did he even feel
The tug of his son
Trying to pull him back
Begging him not to go?
Did he even hear
His wife asking him, to think of the family?
Or did he feel his daughter’s kisses
As she asked him when he’d be back?
He turns his back
His mind induced with “glorious” causes
He doesn’t think of the life
He could have had
He could have seen his son grow tall
He could have grown old with his wife
He could have seen his daughter wed
But no
He follows a man into war
Too caught up in the persuasive speeches
He marches to his death
Oh war
Oh violence
The lives you end
The families you rip apart
The heartbreak you cause
The unnecessary lives lost
Some things
Are just not
Worth
Dying for
What
Ho
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