Sonnet of War
Sonnet of War
Written in 2014
There be a single cold fact, which no man can deny:
It be the ancient motif of war, engraved in human history.
Mankind seeks to justify war, thus he tells a soothing lie,
and to turn war into peace remains his greatest mystery.
Blood be the ink; with which mankind writes his story
the chosen pen, be the gun and the knife.
With pride he kills, for power, greed and glory,
so blatantly he refuses to share the great gift of life.
But hope yet remains, despite blood already spilled:
for the love in the present, may yet smite the hate of the past.
Love be the light, with which darkness may be filled,
from a mold of true hope, true peace can be cast.
This truth; has been true, since time and life began,
alas it seems War still be master, and his slave...be man.
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