The Dubious Case For Love and War
Sorrow hastens the hearts lament
For love and things once owned,
As one is material to a great extent
Yet both are almost always bemoaned.
Long has man heartily undertaken
The art of bloody vicious war
And all too often love is forsaken,
Just to settle a selfish score.
On common ground would some agree,
“That all’s fair in love and war,”
But I beg to differ because it is plain to see:
That love is what is needed more.
History tells us of the battles fought
Along with the many reasons why
And even today, we are yet greatly distraught
To know that many still fight and die.
Oh would love be grand if it spread like plague
Infecting all and humbling their ill will,
Causing the dark hateful memories to fade:
Forever crippling the urge to kill.
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