War

Declared by the old,

fought by the young.

For glory they are told,

and to make their country strong.

 

The victims are always justice and the truth,

society gone helter-skelter.

The vampire sharpening his tooth,

and the innocent finding no shelter

 

Humanity down with the deluge,

hunger and fear everywhere.

For the weak and the sick there is no refuge,

not in the night, not under the ground, or anywhere.

 

Thirty year war, one hundred year war,

World War one, World War two, and then some.

Many more came before,

other wars will surely come.

 

Will the madness ever stop you would ask?

Not likely, I am afraid to say.

For perpetuating madness is the devil’s favorite task,

corrupting man’s wisdom and ruining his day.