Waricide
War is a burden on untrammeled hearts
Digging deep, making unnecessary footprints

War was once thought so selfishly,
Being thrown around like it’s nothing,
Just a whistle in the wind

That thought changes as death accumulates,
Post-humus left alone, changing hearts, hurting lives

War is like a flower, first it’s blooming, the next it’s wilted, gone, but not forgotten

War is hurtful, assassinating many, murdering the unworthy

Forgiveness is unlikely, hatred forms
Enemies are made, regret is planted

War is unfortunate, creating an impact so great, it stays around forever
Remnants of the past build up, reminding victims of the horror

War is a memory, an unwished token, an unpleasant surprise

A blade stabbed in the heart that will never go away
The scar never fades