Warsong

I sing of war I sing of Death and dying the latter – which does not seem to me so bold and heroic as some believe I sing of presidents I sing of Time and timing the former – whose consideration of the latter when dealing with life and death, to me, borders on blasphemy I sing of God I sing of gods and the universe believe what you want, but ask yourself the paradox in a Creator approving; hell, willing destruction (and what if you and I are next?) I sing of intelligence I sing of brothers and of men you think your bombs and your guns lend credence tell me when bravado has ever not been viewed as over-compensation I sing of peace I pray for peace and Creation for there is no beauty in destruction, nor glory in murder , neither did my God or your God command us to do anything but love (love one another even if our presidents told us otherwise) and I have to think We can do better.