An Elephant Named War
There's an elephant in the yard,
And I just want it to die already.
Its friends have.
But I'm waving a flag, the flag, in proud support of its death-
Even though I refuse to think why.
I'm sure there are others,
In little groups, families spread throughout the city.
Mourning even, I guess.
But my focus is only on this elephant,
I choose not to acknowledge the other parties.
Who's in charge of this animal anyway?
I don't ask why its here-
So instead I wave the flag.
All those others have died,
So why can't this elephant just die already?
My answer is a repeated wave of my flag
I use one word as justification,
And it starts with a T.
I spell it out loud differently then I do in my mind:
It IS the reason why it's here.
But I don't know why the elephant came to my backyard-
Why it decided to target my home as a place of death.
But then again, who cares?
I don't think there's any liquid on it anyway.
I don't know how to evaluate what may ha