Tired of war.

Tired of towers falling

Of remembering battles with piled dead

Of reasons that have no truth

Blustering babble, too much noise

From thrust out medaled chests,

Fists raised then pounding

Launching sky shrieking

Red-tailed smoke filled sunsets

Ground shaking

Air filled with cries and loss and fear and mindless hatred

Ancient grudges made modern

The jingling of coins changing hands.

Hearing myself, my nonsense

The words you hear hollow.

Fight back, your eyes say

Hush

Let fingers entwine and tongues tangle

Burning flowers brush hidden flesh

Come

Join

Release not the anguished cry of war and loss

But the shout of love

Fight back, your eyes say.

Take

Give.