A War That Never Ends - Phinehas

First light

Under quiet clouded cloak

All hell broke the ridge

Wry trees

Up a narrow trail

A wordless story

A war that never ends

Brothers and sisters sleep in a bed hollowed by staves

Like discarded shells from guns of powerful men

Last one lays in red under swinging single light

No pulse;

a war that never ends

How clever you lie

How many ways you kill

Your cure is worse than the disease

Your stated shrine

Your cup overfilled

Your cure is worse than the disease

(A war that never ends)

Our proudest legacy is how unendingly we scheme

Of new ways to kill than condemn

A war that never ends

It became our greatest prize to keenly wield skill to devise

More ways to cut than to mend

A war that never ends

How clever you lie

How many ways you kill

Your cure is worse than the disease

Your stated shrine

Your cup overfilled

Your cure is worse than the disease

(A war that never ends)