War = Destructive Conditioning?

A Handicapped Effort for Peace


Swords mindlessly blister humanity for one man
Shields aggressively defend murderers for one man

I sit in waves and stare at the horizon
The radio briefing me with war torn news
I take my stare off the calm setting sun
The harsh briefings cloak these beautiful views.

A mother sits afraid watching her “first world” roll
No, she is not afraid of robbers or gangsters
Her son at the Line fights and spends his soul
His life at stake makes mom blind to all laughter

It’s hard to relieve mom of her pain
It’s hard to stop sending brothers to war
Because it’s hard for some to give up gain
And so those some make brotherhood bizarre

I sit in these waves thinking of that mom
A mother who wants her son away from all pain
The fears that sting her soul when the news is on
When silent prayers and letters of ink dim away in the rain

So when the lines are drawn and victories decided
When martyrdom is praised by all but those of the dead

Peace is what I pray for to this world in vain
Peace is what I pray for to this world in vain