The Sins of Man

War vs. Peace - War

War

A pulse that beats,

In breathless day,

The boom of war,

Wastes men away.

Anxious, he is panting hard,

Away from war, but into death.

A thousand rifles,

Lurking there,

Just a mirage,

War isn’t fair.

But in the bush, a dreaded foe,

Will he shoot and kill the man?

Hanged is the body,

Shriveled the face,

The game of war,

An evil race.

Invader in detested tongue,

Spurs so fiercely driven in the animal.

A rifle cracks,

A second one,

Low in the saddle,

War – so much fun.

Coolly leveling his gun,

Only two hundred yards away.

Body bounce,

It struck the ground,

Red cheeked apples,

Invader’s sound.

War, oh war,

When will you end?

Killing off your only friend.