...Of War,Love and God.

Faceless men,
away from home.
Leave behind,
Raging storms.
Broken hearts,
Salt-less tears.
Fearless souls,
Stricken with Fear.

Letters of Love,
Love for letters.
Warriors hope,
for the better.
Isolated tranquility,
Sorrow at home.
Heavy hearts,
in wildernesses roam.

Rain of lead,
lead by rain.
Blood and water,
Sweat and pain.
Moist eyes,
Stare at space.
Haggard eyes,
terrified face.

A walk in hell,
without him.
A vestigial bullet,
without skin.
Death and noise,
piercing the air.
acuate melancholy,
lighten her hair.

Her pale Paleness,
Fades in slow,
Growing hunger,
stops to grow.
He slowly Fades,
Paleness out,
and swings his arms,
in a bloody bout.

Sore eyes,
wiping tears.
bloody hearts,
fighting fears.
Deep woods,
shallow mines.
Church bells fire,
as Bofors chime.

White robed leader,
selfish swine.
Slaughters a thousand,
for a dime.
Anguish in hades,
awaits him so.
A lake of cold fire,
A field of hot snow.

Innocent mother,
Shot down dead.
A Brutal Son,
not mine 'He said'.
Someone’s love,
torn to shreds.
Cause killing is,
someone’s bread.

No war can cry,
the cry of love.
Strife and hatred,
cry wars aloud.
Has man gone blind,
that he kills his brother?
Has money grown bigger,
Than ones own mother?

A wake up call,
God gives us now.
Deaf ears to this,
would be taught, to prove...
God exists,
He lies in wait.
For man to turn away,
From the devils bait.