Poetry Of War

I hold my pen ready To fight for humanity Every drop of blood spilled Paints my mood red Every bullet fired against women and children Opens a huge wound inside my being Every article of suffering and pain is a direct stab to my heart Every life lost paints a dark blot in our collective consciousness Every voice needs to speak against war Every good spirited person needs to stand up against terror Every heart beat needs to beat the drums of peace I write not because I have words but because I am wounded I am pierced by the absence of reason, compassion and common sense I am a part of a world that is disgusted This war has to stop now But this war cannot stop now if you are quiet ©Kenneth Maswabi