Outdoor Prose for All Seasons
Postby Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Wed Mar 23, 2011 8:55 pm
War Demanded
If only man were like a stout oak tree
Standing proud and tall for the world to see
Dreaming of a peaceful culture that truly will last
Ever seeking a happy future while sailing at full mast
Reality presents a very different and forceful demand
Greed calls for taking other's blood , treasure and land
No small trick starting another evil and bloody war
With death, misery and cuts leaving a lasting scar
Any excuse will do when lying is so demanded
Up is down when right becomes so underhanded
Why worry at all about the lives destroyed or taken?
Call for power demands that truth and honor be forsaken
Every war starts with Truth being pushed aside
Far too cumbersome and heavy for death's dark ride
Lies fired from cannons take the first great measure
After that the vultures descend to take the treasure.... Z. Tyr