War is a terrible way to prepare for peace…
Wore In Peace
There is allot
Of terrible realities in war
Won
Of the saddest lots
Is the unfortunate luck
Of being
The last casualty
This misfortune is
Exceeded soully
By the first casualty of war
The truth
Beaten to dust
Bye awe rights
Left to resurrect
From the carnage
And lessens
Wore upon us
And what might
Knot have been
There at first
The thirst
For peace
And awe of us
