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More War: 24
This is constructed in the CUBE16 style I created several years ago.
As conscripts March
and war is nigh,
fear grips men’s hearts.
Stern looks belie.
Their ears are filled
with rifle shot.
The one for them
they hear it not.
As battles rage,
lives beckon risk.
Anticipate
dread’s obelisk.
Fierce battles end,
then quiet falls.
The lofty brave
feel dreadful palls.
Does war resolve
the burning hate,
or does it let
the rage abate?
War never is
an ending place.
It soon approves
a new hot space.
As calm returns,
its time is short.
Those wanting war
will soon extort.
Can peace exist
where boots now trod?
Peace has one source.
The grace of God.
Copyright ©
Robert Zimmerman
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