Celled.
War when declared throws out planned challenge
of thorns to fighters
caught up in the sharing of foes and ever
encourages victory cries.
But
Folk start to forget who spilt first blood, or who
shot bullets of hate
into guiltless bodies when filled with passion
not of their making.
For
Sense, no longer felt, sees it insane for death
to stain soil endlessly
so brotherhood rises in love-parched hearts
desiring to mend.
Yes
When life is read rightly eyes pity and finish
with smoking iron-hot
rage so minds no longer will shatter waiting
for battle to stop.
Celled in self-same grief earth readily calls
for opposing despoilers to cease from war.