“A bomb set off in another country will explode in the streets from which it came.” – Beth
Streets built from seeds of
upon the graves
of dead men’s bones
a people can do nothing
but reflect the same disease.
Wars will always come home
in the forms of scattered chaos,
blood will return
to the shores from which it came.
Empires founded from death
will end in the death of its own creations.
The same flames used upon
will burn from within and expose
the diseases of its soil
men will turn upon their own
hate for hate
prejudice for prejudice
each desiring the other to conform
each considering themselves supreme in thought and values of life held in the form of a single bullet
shot countries away has now returned to the soils from it came.
there is no peace in chaos
there is no peace in war
only the burning of wings.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
When a country is at war more than peace, can stability be given?
Can a land falling uphold another?
When a country is decaying morally can it have virtue?
If a country is diseased it will do nothing more then spread illness.