The insanity of each battle, <br />And people attack each other <br />And people die.. <br /> <br />Somewhere, Miles away, <br />Families cry, <br />And tears show no preferences, <br />They visit everyone <br />Along with pain <br />That decides to stay a bit longer... <br /> <br />God shows no preferences <br />at Paradise’s gates no passport is asked <br />Just the identity of the soul, <br />Nationality: the Tribe of kindness. <br />And when angels are given their wings <br />No questions are asked, <br />The colour doesn’t matter, <br />Archangels are blind, <br />The nation doesn’t matter, <br />Archangels come from Heaven <br />And Heaven is a miniature of the Earth, <br />All that matters is the beauty of the heart, <br />Archangels have studied Art…<br /><br />Ivy Christou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/against-the-war/
