Ukraine By Max Burchett Poem by Max Burchett

It is said and now I believe,
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
There is no end it seems
To the horrors and death from the scourge of war.

When the ambitions of men collide
With the conflicts in the tapestry of life
The god of war reigns supreme
In the name of honor and glory and strife.

Peace everlasting it seems
Is but a dream.
War is the fate of man
"Peace in our time, ' a Siren song.

Just at our fingertips, time and again
Peace slips just out of reach of men
From stumbles and paths they miss
Sleepwalking into the abyss.

Those never knowing war
Sleep in bliss, not seeing the tragic end.
Rulers and tsars playing a deadly game from afar,
But war's suffering is an all-consuming fire

Against evil, can peace prevail?
The past says not, lest evil spread.
The way out is to resist
Tyranny at its start.

Can peace be ours, even if briefly so?
Only if we strive again and again
To lessen the conflicts of men
And to reason with wisdom and skill with those of goodwill.

Seek peace, yet be prepared
Pray your child is spared
Keep hope in your heart
Pray war shall end and peace shall start.