The Eloquent Atheist is extremely pleased to welcome Jay Strisak, one of our favorite poets, back to the pages of our little on-line magazine. Click on his name above, and you will be greeted by his older work, which is well worth reading. As far as the new one goes, no poem could be bad when the first line is “The whore of war opens her needle scarred arms…” Click on “Read On” to see the complete poem.

The whore of war opens her needle scarred arms,
To beckon young men horny for action.

She whispers “war is the best game in town,
And you can play with very big toys.”

Winners get medals and cheers from the old folks,
Losers may not come home whole, or not at all.

The game asks forfeits, arms or legs, or worse,
Sometimes a boy’s sanity and awful dreams.

What excitement!  Hunting animals can’t compare,
To having your fellow man in your scope.

Sometime he looks like your brother,
But he’s evil, the generals told you so.

So close your eyes and pull that trigger,
It seems so many are proud of you.

Kiss the war whore. virgin warrior,
Now you’re a man… if you live.