We push these things
upon the reckless
and the young.
The not yet formed.
Those who might absorb
the barbs and thorns.
We cast the dice of fortune,
praying they come up
for war,
because there are no gains
to be made on Earth
with peace restored.
Consequence
and compassion be damned.
Blood soaks
every inch
of every land.
From the Arctic Circle
to the smallest strand
of Chile,
I don’t think we understand.
The deals we make
with devils in our hearts,
tear this world apart.
Send our children
to die in wars
they’ll never know
the reason for.
DJR – 2022
