War Is Not A Solution

They said it was for peace,

but peace never came.

The only thing to ever come was,

smoke and bodies,

bodies with names that no one spoke of after a while.

Grief is a country now,

with boarders drawn in the shape of coffins.

Bullets are the only language that they teach our children.

I think, we forget that the dead do not rise when the flags wave.

We forget that dirt tastes the same in every nation,

on every tongue.

Fighting does not end fighting;

it plants it, waters it, harvests it.

The earth is tired of holding our wars.

And still, we load the next gun.