Men At War
Men at war.
Guns at ourselves.
Grave stones-
Yards of our bones.
Morals calling out-
Ears are deaf.
Morals-
Must be found.
It's there-
Ray of hope.
Burst of love.
Brothers we must be.
Though our nature brings us pain-
Good,
Can shine its way in.
Copyright © David Cardamone | Year Posted 2018
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