Why goes the eager world mad for war?
What ancient, viceful seed in man took root,
and drew its tendrils deep into his core,
to bear this mortal enmity as fruit?
To greed and envy go the victor’s spoils.
To lust the Sabine victims’ mournsome moan,
To idle sloth the slaves for daily toils.
To wrath the innocents’ own blood and bone.
These vices now arraign in open court,
accuse and charge, convict and give no stay,
the tide you will not stem, nor war you’ll twart,
the mastermind in conflict slips away.
Man wars on man with escalating ploys
because he fears the silence in his soul
and must, through blood and guns, increase the noise,
lest hear within a whisper in the hole.
Amen, I say to you this truth of life:
the outer from the inner cavern flows.
If you want peace, an end to war and strife,
let each within his silence take repose.
The still small voice of God there calls him forth,
to journey deep within, to climb and strive,
to bravely quest the path to all true North,
and reaching summit, take a breath, alive.
A man would force his own brutality
upon his brothers, neighbors, and his friends,
for man’s a coward, and fatality
seems easier than his immortal ends.
The warrior is honored for the fight,
but nobler still is he that looks within
and seeing what is wrong and what is right,
begins again with steady discipline,
who quiets in his soul the worldsome noise
and hears the Voice of Truth that whispers there
and revels in the radiating joys
that blossom forth in holy souls at prayer.
Why goes the eager world mad for war?
It’s fear of seeking God within our core.