Warfare
by Sam M. Phillips

See the swords drawn,
Bitter enemies sworn
To attack and kill,
They have their reason,
But still
It is treason
Before God
To take life,
Or to lose your own
In the service of death,
Each breath
Is sacred,
Martyred
Lives are blind,
A sad and needless loss,
The cost
Of warfare,
No care
For life’s gift,
Rift between
Reality and dream.

Hear the scream
As the sword descends,
The law bends
To accommodate
This great
Crime against the living,
Warrior giving
Himself over to darkness,
Feel the distress
Left behind,
Cleft of mind
And spirit,
No merit
In believing we have the right
To utilise might
To subjugate,
And turn love to hate,
And sate bloodlust
Like it must
Exist
And would not be missed.

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