The Artist & The Soldier

Another soldier crosses the field

Watching comrades fall into dirt

Fighting the unwanted war

He’s a slave to the men in command

The artist paints another picture

Demanded by the world to view

To please the eye, the artist

Is but a slave to the patron

The war rages on, inside and out

The soldier cries for his beloved

In a separate world they lie

Another family torn apart

The artist portrays a battlefield

Brandishing his brush, his weapon

Color stains the canvas

Bristles dripping red

The soldier lives to fight

One day he will be free

Until that day comes

Forever will he remain

This war of his is ours to share

We all suffer in the pain

War’s a reflection of humanity

It’ll never truly end

The artist keeps on painting

Color fills his little world

It’s the same color of the soldier

Shrouded in death and despair

The beauty that we all can see

The pleasure we all pay to own

Isn’t always so glorious

To the ones who inspired it to be

A creator that hates his work

The painter despises his art

The world he created

Already being torn apart

The soldier doesn’t understand

This is all he truly knows

His purpose is to fight

His painter made it so