As the winds of time became
harsher, the opalescent twilight
softened the scene~

Too many winters had taken
their toll, and the bleached
bones of war, made minds
mean~

Staring out upon a bleak horizon
of waste, looking for some green
grass to alleviate the terrain of
despair~

The fireplace warm and cozy belies
the frozen veins that can never be
warm until the tides of terror have
disappeared~

One wonders the why's of it all
for in the eyes of all, is the same
destruction,horror,injustice,and
angst of war~

One thinks of the lives reduced to
ashes,the beauty of nature turned
to barreness,the utter negativity of
the facts~

When memories turn smiles to tears,
and the nights bring images of war
and fears, where do the minds of those
who start unecessary wars go, to repent
of their  evil deeds!

~etw~