Malice of colour, uniform, religion
That God does not know or see
For all are born and die alike
Given to the assumptions of war
If one should offend another
So grieviously as to forfeit much
That one most precious and valued
For life should be sacredly kept
Traded so easily for known wrong
By the herding instinct of thought
Where the lost are easily swayed
The grounded are disillusioned
In an atmosphere of extremes
Always hot, dry, wet, or cold
And disease thrives like hatred
Consuming those allowing such
The unwary die like the sinister
Noble thoughts of justice grand
Ideals ethnocentristic live briefly
Death far and away outlives them
Politics are faceless men distant
Their redirect feeding the slaughter
For there are always the disgruntled
Unattached to cooperative norms
They feed the earth with blood
Ultimately a sacrifice themselves
In the end the dust draws up
Covering their corrupted remains
The good despise war's errs
It is known to them, like bullies
Childhood with consequences
Dire and undoable unlike games
In this fight, like in any fight
No one walks away unscathed
No one waves flags on gloriously
For this, the assumptions of war
Though it will always be so
For our species learns too slow
Perhaps the purpose to minimize
The suffering that never ends