The Last Hurrah
Now I've heard lies,
I've heard tales,
Heard heart-wrenching screams
And wails
Stories that pale when you compare
Make you sigh and gasp for air
Leave you breathless
And I don't know
How it goes
Nor how we will prevail
The battle onward
Leaves a trail
Leaves some broken without care
In the paths of destruction
Father, what's our fate?
And who decides?
What awaits?
The lives that live, the lives that die
Oh, a mother cries
He was just a child
Unfortunate but courageous
I know the game,
I know the joke
Get the final laugh, or go broke
Drop the bomb, or be gone
The last hurrah
The last haha
The last man standing
There will always be a war,
You little ones that I assure
Don't cover your eyes or your ears
'Cuz you won't see or hear for years
And when the smoke clears
All that's left will be dried tears
The bereft will be creation
by Louis Crisitello
... who is a student of performing arts, with works previously
published in little and underground periodicals, as well as in
this literary magazine.
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