Within these times of wars

Within these times of war

Silence of its terrors calling
Children play within their laughter
Now recedes in cries of torture
Screeching whistles scrap metal clusters
In murderous heat of summers day
rage of violence within helpless calls

Through key less iron cages
lines of wire lie still bleeding
in scorching white light distilling
sterile jungles of urban blight
cranked up gears screech across
the landscape
drumbeat rhythms of war machines
humming
between mindless rituals of
marching boots
amidst the crumbling amber's

On the chess board of the world
masters of wars play their
games
spinning  their webs through
the  years waiting for
moments to attack

with control of hearts and minds
and the use of endless fear
without the knowledge of its cause
the people do their bids

in the decadence of interests made
profits wrenched from bleeding stones
corporate wars that’s done their bids
vended contracts with pockets filled
Shinning teeth behind their smirking grins
controlling regions of the world
for commodities that heats the world
greasing gears and greasy palms
in paths they tread
will leave the earth all but dead

bleeding suns of birds of prey
clusters draped of metal clay
sharp as razors fly through air
that end up all that’s in their way
chlorine clouds rise from trenches hid
acids burn the flesh it touches

make shift tents with crosses red
amidst the filth and blood
overcrowded understaffed in desperate
need of utensils needed

where cities stood before
tantric bridges of broken spires
columns crumbled in dusted rubble
deserted soundless echoes expanded
lonely streets tell their tales
between the barren landscapes of sleeping nights
broken bells rusting in the wind
voices silenced in the dawn
crumbled asphalt near bloody rivers

dreams of peace within the rage
Wilted slowly across the plain

callused glazed over eyes lay bare
wandering wonderers roam the streets
with forced migrations  across
the seas across new lands
unwanted unwelcomed
into the camps they go
some left dying upon
the sandy shores

born within the broken rubble
elders dream of days before
shopping at the open markets stores

life amidst the living dead
where nothing grows and birds sing
no more

dusted shadows grey
pale blistering screeching light
in the modes of its destruction's
amidst the logic of decay
within the algebra of endless wars

rants of shouting screaming killings
archaic distortions fermented
hatreds used to validate the callings
within the armies of the dead and dying
slain blood lettings of generations
opened graves doors for all
that’s there in
shattered earth now lain bare

from deep within the human id
deep wounds hidden and needs never filled
with time its healing just might come

peace lover’s ghosts
of peace brigades
within the silence of its peace
swords shall come to rest in
plough shares made
spirits call from calling winds
men of peace with holding hands
will come forward within courage needed

past tin men coming and men at arms
to where the bugle call to thunder
universal soldiers with
bleeding flags descending
parading chants that once were drumming
are now but dying screams
chilling sounds of terror calling
servants to its orders ordered
lowered now in cold wet earth
under stones and white beached crosses fading

comes the war to end all wars
In it’s never cumming's
father mother brother sisters all
here on earth where life is ending