What is war?

Bloody fights?

Loud gun shots?

Fighting for what right?

Look beneath the cover

And you find

A family

To be told

That their mother

Or father

Is not ever coming home

To see their next birthday.

They will not find

The presents, so long searched for,

On Christmas morning,

Wrapped in red and silver.

What is war?

Bombings, and children

Crying red tears

Of death.

Orphans forced

To beg for simple things,

Like food,

Things that cannot be spared.

Lives torn apart

By one thing

That, it seems,

Humanity cannot live without.

War is something

That needs not

To be proclaimed,

But a thing

That needs to be avoided

At all costs.

It is not started by

The strong,

But set in motion by

The weak

To rid what they

Do not like,

And in the process

They hurt us all.

Unworthy things,

Such as land

Or religion

Spur the arrogant

To try to control

What they want,

Yet do not need.

Starting the bloodshed

That no one ever

Needs to witness.

Such things

Scar the innocent.

A scar that can ever

Be healed

Or forgotten.