When the war is gone

I shall be free

from famine
the food will flow free,
When the war is gone.

The days I starve
will be the days of past
Everyday a feast
When the war is gone.

My little sis
will go to school
and so will I
When the war is gone.

The fields will be safe
and Dad will grow
wheat, maize and peas
When the war is gone.

The spring will come
and so will sweet birds.
The rains will fall
When the war is gone.

Why are there wars?

Well, sometimes I wonder. Why does a man kill another man?
I wonder about the wars, about their futility. Aren't there enough troubles already without them. And still we have them. Every day pictures flash on the tv screen. A war ravaged land; hungry children; dead cattles; fields becoming graveyards; And still there are wars...........

Why are there wars?
events, so gloriously horrified.
The battles, horribly glorified.
the seeds crumbling,
the plants dying
and the majestic trees falling;
and the mighty mountains flattening.

Why are there wars?
Princess of Death
smiling everywhere,
kissing the children
that have barely crawled out of their teens
Seducing those

with the families and children
and who should otherwise
never have been unfaithful to life.
The king of the army of the departed
coming to take more for the army it has made.

Why are there wars
which leave the houses haunted
and futures barren
and a present so pompously out of fate.
And that, knowing all
the words of God and his son,
with numerous others that martyred in his cause.

And still there are wars..........
And still there are wars..........