War and Peace
As the
chaotic way of loss, as the fire raging like a storm in red, and bloodshed of
us against ourselves, we devour, destroy, and discriminate ourselves to put
ourselves in the middle of war
The
whistling of the bombs, the beating sound of every explosion, the grabbing tap
of gunfire that stops the heart, a spilling loss of more life taken by war
Men loose
hope in the midst of battle, as the sun sets, that hope is crushed
The men in
war attack, and kill with the hopes of victory, but what are they to achieve,
in this frantic, chaotic battlefield
War can do
nothing great, but sadness overcomes everyone – the confidence of love and
compassion can only plod along
The thing
that keeps us alive, is that slice, that miniature portion of hope, that part
that shines like a midnight star, that one thing that will help us at all
times, something to gape at more than anything else
That
attractive gazing display is the beauty of peace
From the
twittering and chirping sound of the singing birds, or the swift ride of a
proud horse, or a little genial child in a light conversation
Peace comes
from hope, compassion and love, the one important thing you lose in war, but
also the thing everyone should look back at, from war to peace
