Some hearts warm, some cold,
yet all share a bloody thirst.
Circulating both love and hate,
who’s to shout or shoot first?
This darkness of man held in a hand,
yet the voice has never killed.
Though orders cried for more to die,
by others brave and skilled.
Organs strewn and heads hewn,
the victors’ lust begins.
Checks cashed then all gets smashed,
the big brass always wins
Mothers cry and babies die,
someone wins a pin.
The degree to which this hell’s risen,
is all an unforgiveable sin.
Some hearts warm and some are cold,
why can’t we try to neutralize?
Let’s build on our commonality,
returning joy to our children’s eyes.