Infernos Of War ~ Puddles Of Peace

Infernos Of War ~ Puddles Of Peace

Exploding bombs amid
screaming gunshot round
whispering cries…
muffled sobs…
wondering where life
went so wrong

The world is ablaze
with fires set by men,
men who are blinded,
blinded by rage and
blinded by hate.

For centuries,
wars burn on;
no end for this world
ripped and torn to shreds

Interspersed in the midst
of flames burning hot and red,
the few who piddle
and splash about
with words of peace
to spread and to share.

Everyday the infernos grow
darker and hotter
in hearts and in souls.

Children, not yet with a vote,
weapons they fire,
weapons they become.

The older we grow
the more we have seen
the blaze burns white
ignited by hate.

To step in a puddle
and douse a flame
become splattered with peace
lingering on from
the beginning of time.

What is to happen
with our present as such
and only puddles of peace
to quench infernos of war?                                             

December 11, 2010   

© DL Bach