we are man

doves of peace fall heavily

like pennies in a bucket of blood

greed power revenge

wars of man are meaningless 

dead pile high

like firewood stacked tight

tears flow weakly

too many nights spent in fear

hiding in hunger in anguish

pains of war 

exempt no one

not father not mother

nor sister nor brother

one million or more in forced march 

for their lives

forced to leave their homes

their homes of sanctuary

their homes of comfort

of safety of well being

war has no guilt only blames for man

there will never be lasting peace

we are man

once attacked always a victim

to not condemn is to condone

freedom becomes pause

 or maybe not

Reviews

[Soren]

I love your opening statement that doves of peace fall heavily like pennies in a bucket of blood. Vivid imagery well stated and written.