War Poem by Holmes Jim

Under pretense of bugle calls,
We march to battle in deadly brawls,
Spilling blood, we can't afford,
Hatred reigns, when truces ignored,

Stepping on our peace accords,
Wield high our battle swords,
Fill hearts with bitter frost,
Kill those men, as borders crossed,

Raging against selected foes,
Dressed in armoured waring clothes,
Weigh carefully, what is lost,
Measure out, the painful cost,

War is the anger that tempers all,
When bodies lie where they fall,
Lay down your sword, and you will see,
The thing at risk, is our humanity.