Inspired War

[tectak]

Thanks everyone for the input. I will consider.


The point of this poem is to express the motivations for war, and their affect.

The first stanza is about how we reward (and inspire) people who lie to us.

The second stanza is how we ignore the affects leaders lies have. Comparable to the United States relationship with Afghanistan and the affect that had on the region, it gave grounds to a grief within the country, which became a sect ~ Al Qaeda

The third stanza is about how major corporations (think Halliburton) continuously lobby the government for money by seeding needs in the heads of politicians. In turn, the we con ourself into believing these lies, and kill and bleed ourselves.

The fourth stanza is about how our actions in the world stage give rise to feelings of disapproval, distrust, dislike in the world, "agitating hate". The next line needs work, but what i was going for is that these wars we sell ourselves on, create a prison we are trapped in, and a fate for the government (negative connotation)

Fifth stanza probably needs work, i was really referring to how we get bogged down in conflicts even when we don't want to be there anymore (Iraq, Vietnam).

Sixth stanza is a out how powerful our ability to engage our countries citizens to support a war they know nothing about, the machine we have to propagandize war is immense. Tool, here, is a euphemism for fool. And a page is meant as a progression of time.

Its all insane, hence the lettering down the side, there.

This ^^^ isnt a justification, just an explanation.


That was the thought, tectak.

You must use EFFECT and not AFFECT. AFFECT is the wrong word and both in the poem and in your explanatory perambulations you confuse by its use, as the reader does not know yet if your word skills are to be trusted. Lier, liar. How do we inspire those who lie to us? Do you mean "inspire"?
The subjects you say you cover are immensely complex and need clear analysis, one way or the other, to make salient points. This kind of puzzle procedure makes you look a dilettante and it is your fault. As I say until I am bored with myself, once you admit that your poem CAN be explained it begs a question...why didn't you so do IN the poem? I am still in catatonic shock trying to work out how a tool is a euphemism for a fool. Do you mean euphemism? In fact, do you mean tool?
Best and no hard feelings,
this poem is bigger than us both.
tectak