WHERE THERE IS NO WAR
Few who have been drafted into a never ending war
will ever understand that all were volunteered from birth to the trenches.
How many ways, how many wars can a human fight in a lifetime?
Only the wise fights wars within themselves,
though they be most necessary of all,
few there are that answer the call.
Better we are taught it is to die because a rich man needs more,
or some colors on a rag have faded,
than fight to the death for the harmony of self within.
I watch from my battle station what others are fighting,
look to see what others are fighting their war for.
Drafted from birth the taste of the blood is not heady as it once was.
A wise man chooses well from the menu of change war brings,
we all after all live with our yesterday
not knowing how it explodes over our today.
Once it was said:
“Where there is no growth there is no life;”
when did we change the word growth—to war?
© M Durfee