The Horesemen

The Horsemen War's aim is not destruction coming true nor is it death, with which we cannot cope, but all it is, is bringing on the new; restoring what was lost, a thing called hope; the heart of man is eager for a fight to steal whatever goods there might be stored destroying those who won't resort to flight with plow shears beaten to a flashing sword; war's aim is not the end--but to BEGIN! to prune un-needed life before, too late, the starving in the streets is closing in and social norms are cast out to their fate! The horsemen have to ride their violent steed or there won't be enough to fill our need. © vee bdosa the doylestown poet