Fruits of War's Futility, Death and Destruction

Fruits Of War's Futility, Death And Destruction As glittering spit falls upon hot rocks rare gemstones melt into a frigid sea ailing ships lay about three fallen docks hummingbird chases a dozen honeybees irreparable desert begs sullen sky for some rain, as winged bats vacation from the fiends that pursue asking the why no trains dare stop at the new train station. In rocky mountainous purple terrain earth cries with billowy indifference rattlesnake and mouse both cry out for rain two red ants fight without interference. An ocean vessel sails around the Horn its ten guns aimed at both you and he a mother doe gives up her first newborn and with that Nature sprouts Sycamore tree. As glittering spit falls upon hot rocks ailing ships lay about three fallen docks who cares that a great war is to be fought with victims begging for peace to be sought? Robert J. Lindley, rhyme April 5th, 1972 Note ( A guy from our hometown was killed in the Vietnam war ) Teddy Talley. Sad and tragic.. War is an evil that mankind relishes and indulges in..