Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

War

 In this world of sadness

where the pain of war survives,

the devil takes the lead and

dances closely with time. 


The good is quickly forgotten

replaced by all that evil can do,

when greed and hate surface

the flames of darkness brew. 


~


I gave the human race more credit 

but no better than the ants are we,

still fighting all the lost battles 

as the powerful cannot agree. 


I weep for all mankind 

as they still have not learned,

that only the devil wins 

in the scourge of war.


~

One blue sky above us, as we

share in the same passing clouds

but the view is mighty different

depending on where your feet 

touch the ground. 


Empathy acknowledges the pain

but there is so little we can do,

 I pray the sun shines down on you

and brings peace in your sky of blue.




 


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