Harken! I have a story to tell you
Of a gorgeous maiden who was always true,
Of a beast that spread malice and gore,
Of a pious prince with eyes of blue,
Of a long, fated, frightening war,
And of lives lived happily-ever-after, too.
But, a lie is a sin for all and me, too.
So I confess: I have no such tale for you.
Instead I ask, why does mankind glorify war?
Why revert to fury to reveal the true?
Why darken the sky’s blue?
Why do we embrace gore?
In the beginning of time, unknown was gore.
Peace reigned, and compassion, too.
The ground was fertile, the heavens happy blue.
Adam and Eve paved the future for me and you,
Alas, Adam ate the fruit, failing to remain true
And opened the gate of indulgence, suffering, and war.
Our unruly nature breeds pillage and war.
From Hannibal to Hitler to now, dominant is gore.
Periods of peace exist, that much is true,
But we always revert to violence in the end, too.
Yes, good lives in me, and good lives in you;
But, on occasion we forget above lies a calm blue.
As the sky turns from pitch black to bright blue
The moon and sun, polite neighbors, go not to war.
This tranquil, daily transition is a lesson to me, to you.
That coexistence can happen without conflict and gore.
We may dream alone, but no man is an island, too.
That destroying and killing are the only way is not true.
I had a dream, where everyone was true,
And lived in a world where the sky was vivid blue,
And everyone appreciated the view, too.
Where friendship took precedence to war,
Where most people were not accustomed to gore,
And where “I” was always below “you”.
But this dream, too utopian, can never come true.
You know, nobody ever notices the sky’s lovely blue.
Sadly, war is the cure for this world’s thirst for gore.
