Wars and Rumors of War

Peace eludes man;
yet he can keep
a fan on flames.

And then comes war;
cannons roar like
god Thor in rage.

Still, young men die;
children cry as
bombs ply, maiming.

And peace seems rare;
War can glare long
and tear living.



12 Lines
Form: Than Bauk*
Rhythm: 4-4-4
Writer’s Cramp
4-30-20


*(Rhyme off syllable 4 in line one,
  to third syllable in line two,
  to second syllable in line three.)