Dying Of Warfare Poem by Peter Vector

A dim pulsating light,
Shines out in the dark night.
The clock strikes twelve,
Flames engulf the world.

Fallout, nuclear, physical, emotional, physiological
They say, war never changes.
Someone will always want more...

Contentment is not in the human nature,
Neither is peace, not for long of course...

We are dying in our struggle to survive,
Killing each other, for what,
Power, Fame, Glory, Pain, Corruption, Lust, Greed, Revenge?

Why do we as a species, as brothers and sisters come to this?
A primal fight for a place in this Earth,
That will one day soon, pass away too...

A dim pulsating light,
Shines out in the dark night.
The clock strikes twelve,
Our time has come,
We have fallen from our throne of life,
The world is consumed in the flames of our creation....