A War

A war of words, a war of words Only in their simplicity we can afford These spoken words when out of control Bury nations in graves deeper than any hole A war of friends, a war of friends Is okay at the end if met with amicable amends A war of skills, a war of skills Will do us good if fun is the main course meal And not the coveted need to feel to kill A war of love, a war of love But even love has its own boundaries Think of overloading clothes at the laundries Hate is the only thing love will not shove A war of nations, a war of nations Is irreversible condemnation The effect on this earth’s population Could be the birth of human destruction