The Fine Art of War and Peace

The Fine Art of War and Peace.

Leave it to the experts and the courageous, so they say
 Both ways require brave hearts
A faint heart forever reclines to fear and  inaction.
So leave the act of devastation and rebuilding to the bold and the rich., so they say
Time puts a yarn to it
Stretched from the conception and inception of evil-for decades
Wrought on mankind with the speed of light and anchored with the love of a game.

The motives are lost on us
Yet the mayhem and intensity ever vivid to our tearing eyes and wrecked souls
The killer and his stopper ride on their high horses to light the flames of war and peace
But they count their spoils to fewer souls when it is all done
Sending women and children into oblivion, in the fine act of war and Peace.

Tomorrow they rally their praise singers
And soon the flames begin again.

The love for rights, freedom and say, kicked to the dark curbs
Where the innocent languish and gnaw in grief.

If only the motives were true, justification could be defined
But all is veiled in the fine words of  'fronts and facade'
Doing the sender's bidding
The killer and stopper acts with same device.
Leaving us to make our distinctions.
Flame to flame, they are like ravaging wild fires
Consuming everything they profess to protect.
Suffering us to survive and tell our own stories.

But quiet nature watches with a hand to the chin.
When another wailing and anguish soars at the next sound of a `boom`.
Right in the centre of a comfort zone.
And next,
Is tomorrow again.

By Frankie Sezno.