WAR WEARY
Too many wars have come and gone in this eden
Some have ceased yet others rage ceaseless embers
Even the carabaos wonder when they’d end at last
As eagles say “we see no end to them from atop”
Fed up are folks and erudite ones to the sporty wars
Already in hell of poverty their hells upped
All the more like grinder tools smouldering bones
They wait for simple peace without messiahs
Weary am I too for all those bombs & gun fires
Add now the terrorists’ swaths of destruction anew
I could only sit and pray for the ascension moment
Though that sounds silly like pepperoni & chili
[Philippines, 22 April 2010.]
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