Just For You Poetry

War when long and drawn out throws its challenge
of thorns to fighters
caught up in sharing foes, wounds and more
for a victory cry.

Men start to forget who spilt first blood, who began
the shooting of hate
into guiltless bodies when filled with terror
not of their making.

Rage, no longer understood sees it insane for death
to stain earth endlessly
so brotherhood rises in love-parched hearts
desiring to mend.

When life is read rightly eyes melt in pity and cool
iron once smoking-hot,
teeth chatter no more in fear as hands raise
flags for battle to stop.

Celled in one grief death readily calls
for losing opposers to cease from war.