War Torn

A Peace Writing excerpt from a book of Peace Writings Von Betts finished in early 2016...

WAR TORN

By: Amon Tyler "Mr" Betts

Tried Valleys seperate two kingdoms of Faith
Campfire stories told in nights cold and days of old
Three generations of the Tribal Sage Teach Hands together, thoughts apart Unity of Warriors dance in the Tears of their Enemies
Bloodstains of their Sons haunt a grieving Mother
Arrows fly while screams litter the fields of Battle
Rocks crush bones and Drums cry the songs of Bloodshed
Governments formed during the Aristocracies of ironic views
Protected Democracies born while Dictatorships thrive
The Sweet Smell, Burning Rifle Powders Pointed Sacrifices of rifles fronts twist, they Punch
Lines of human ignorance walk towards their end
Flesh tearing, Brothers standing for opposite strides
Known Righteousness bred with wrongful Knowledge
Pride and Prejuidice rips a Blood Soaked Trail
Raised Cups of Gold cheer to Fallen Soldiers Wraths
Sacrifices of a Greater Good reign above a Campaign
A Wife's worry, a Fathers hesitant Pride, a Mother's Pain
Fields of equal White Crosses tell our Pasts Story (...is their Glory!?)
Tracks of Tanks treks packed with Technology World Wars, World Torn, Generations Born

Twist the Dial.....
Do it Again........
......... Or place our past knowledge of hate on the block. Execute hate through a much needed new Revolution of Rock..... Can we finally stand together as a unified family born in from our sacred Father and Oh so ever loved beautiful Mother Earth!? Can we find our Sociological Worth before Tecnology plugs our Cranial fuel into the Matrix!? Step back and smell your Grandmother's endless Garden of caring and sharing. Her Love is Forever there... Can we Peace Together!? Can we Peace Together? Can we Teach.... Hopefully Reach!?!?
-Von Betts {Circa 2016ish}