​WORLD OF WAR (Crazy Stanzas)

I know not much

I am no Methuselah as such

But I do know whatever war touches

Does with chaos marches
II

Like monsters of the night, hurtful words hold no soothing balm

In their flight to the land of any mind

Like terrorists on their site, bullets have no hearts, hands or eyes

To root out revenge before landing on their targets

Like savages in hunger, swords have no allergies when feeding on human bodies

As obedient children in diligent works, arrows obey the hands which need their errand

Bombs know not their gods but work in their moments like tsunamis

Believe their chore for an enemy 

Will surely conceive naught but perfection

Know that moulded feuds lose their reasons with time

But feed fat on innocent lives

Lives whose souls begrudge without a cause

How long do hearts travel in beating

To force minds into scheming hatred,

Roasting plans of traps and

Cooking death formulas?
III

We are cotton strands in transient travels

Through the path of earth

We are stars who taste the palms of the sky

Once in a nightly travel

We are fireflies hopping on the arms of days into oblivion

We are but future memories

Waiting to be washed by dilutions

We are that which needs no complicated weavings

In apparels of mortality

We are minds which need to swim in seas of love

Until the mythical hands do hunt our breaths

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©September 8, 2017

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