War

War, war never changes but it changes the people who wage them.

It makes them miserable, it gives them a purpose so grim.

The purpose of killing the “other”. To take the precious gift we call life from someone’s cold dead hands.

To snatch whatever little hope someone has. To rape the very sacred queen that gives color to this world. To burn, to loot, to pillage some remote heaven on earth.

War, war never changes but it does change the people, for when you kill a precious soul, a part of you goes foul as well.

May those who perish and those who wage wars both find peace, for their soul needs them.