Wars! wars! wars!
Different forms of wars.
In the name of Peace,
unjust wars must cease.
From the days of old,
to the modern day,
In all types of wars,
it's a consistent play.
There is a war of greed,
the hunger for more.
Doubling down on
neighbours’ back door.
There is a war of fear
that hides in the night,
It turns the mankind
away from the light.
There is a war of jealousy
a weapon of choice,
For those who have lost
their soul’s voice.
They incite the fire
because they cannot fight,
Watching from shadows,
devoid of the light.
Then there is war
for the sake of war
Profiteers’ profit,
from mankind’s scar.
Living in the minds of
of the egoistic man.
There is a war of ego,
to become "great" again.
Greatness isn't a title,
to harm or to kill.
Or to bend the weak
to the conqueror’s will.
Greatness is found,
in the intent to help.
Not in the roar of the lion,
or the Jackals’ yelp.
It’s in the power to heal,
not resources to steal.
The power to accept,
to uphold a fair deal.
There may be a moment
when silence is wrong,
The weak must be shielded
by the hands of the strong.
The glory of war,
always lies in peace.
If it’s for a just cause,
that brings the ease.
War is not for glory,
war is not for gain,
It is not certainly to revel
in another man’s pain.
So, help if you can, please,
don’t just stand at the crease.
In the name of Peace,
unjust wars must cease.
In the name of Peace,
unjust wars must cease.
Wars! wars! wars!
Different forms of wars.
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A lovely poem that extols peace not war. I think Mark Twain made this clear in his war prayer
“O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it — for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen. "
How man looks at war reveals our nature.
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