I wrote this poem after seeing the exhaust from a car while I was at a stop light. It is hard to imagine that something so beautiful as gray vapor curling up into the sky could be so devastating.

A little lesson on war, because the unknowing are giving their lives for the ungrateful. A good leader would never resort to war when they are given the power necessary for peace.

Today's poem might need some analyzing. You've got a long drive to the grave, just remember not to look back.

Though poetry needs no introduction; when society as we know it comes crashing down, I wonder how each role will burn with it. Acceptance, and thankfulness, or tense fingers latched on to ghosts?