War

Is never pretty.
We tend to paint pictures
Where the Good
The Bad are labeled.
Yet neither speak.

Ike was a hero
To some
But I was told
He was crazy
The man who led
The allies to victory
With overwhelming costs
Was a crazy man

Who are we to judge
Actions that are past
We did not wear
Their uniforms nor their shoes
We did not lay in foxholes
And hear the screams

We rally
Scream "No War!"
In violent voices
And mistakenly think
Our violence begets peace

We cannot think
We know the answers
The solutions
In every instance of violence
There is a choice
We do not know
The heavy weight of choice
Until we alone must choose

I sing "Peace"
And
Soulfully
Hope
I
Never
Have
To
Choose

Sometimes there are reasons to war.

Poets United