No More.
War when long and drawn out throws its challenge
of thorns to pretenders
caught in fighting foes and wounded egos
scream for an ending.
Men start to forget who spilt first blood annd who
began shooting hate
into guiltless bodies so filled with terror
not of their making.
Rage no longer understood loathes war\'s insanity
staining earth endlessly
then brotherhood rises in love-parched
hearts to form amends.
When life is read rightly eyes melt in pity, cooling
iron once smoking hot
teeth chatter fear no more as hands raise
flags for battle to stop.
Celled together in single grief sense readily calls
losing opponents to cease from war.