As two great armies amass to do battle
Their intent to slaughter each other like cattle
Their generals hurling orders from the breech
'Tear them asunder like a ripened peach'
Blood flows aplenty staining the ground crimson
Ignoring cries of 'cease' beneath a tearful sun
The sound of battle doth fill the air
As they harvest one another without a care
Days pass by as the corpses gather higher
Vultures circle above the growing pyre
Still the battle rages on unabated
Their lust for blood not yet sated
No quarter given by either side
They do battle to defend their pride
Truces rejected, there must be a victor
One must yield to the others lecture
Spectators gather from a safe distance
To watch this wanton scene of violance
The ones at war are sisters & brothers
Friends, aquaintances, fathers & mothers
They each do battle to protect a belief
Inflicting on each other suffering & grief
Questions are asked with sardonic smiles
No common ground found for many miles
They all once gathered beneath the same roof
Each searching for their own unique proof
Abandoning mutual respect & humility
Nought to be gained in pursuit of futility
Truly they all need one another
Neither could exist without the other
The house of life has such a short lease
Why spend it at war, instead of at peace?
© Arcana