There are you, arguing with me unconditionally.
Is it your way of hiding underneath an armored cloak?
Nothing else but a sinister scam to prove
that you are right in the eyes of the storm,
war of common sense put to ransom, which
has crucified compassion on the stake of ruthless
vanity,
ever ready to think to terminate instead of
preserving life. Has this
achieved anything but mindless ravage
that could have been avoided for a cause
we, humankind could live, love for.
Could it not be better if all lived, none destroyed,
certainly
not for vain reasoning that spells doom for all?
Better it would be if truce stepped in like angels,
flying to
achieve stability amidst debilitating insanity.
Without tolerance, we are no longer alive within. The
war,
it is a dying opportunity to plow mental fields
of rehabilitating harvest.
* This poem is based on a prompt from Day 6 of https://www.napowrimo.net/day-six-9/
which is "a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line. Perhaps you could write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry?"
The words that I have taken are from "There is nothing that war has ever achieved that we could not better achieve without it" by social reformer, Havelock Ellis.
