War visits <br />too many places <br />traces blood markings <br />upon too many generations <br /> <br />War arrives <br />as old men decide <br />just where and when <br />to send young men to die <br /> <br />War leaves <br />too many faces <br />wearing traces of scars <br />which worm their way inward <br />then persist to endure as long as men live <br />because old men required young men should give <br />greater share than their bodies and minds had to spare <br /> <br />War will persist <br />as long as old men insist <br />So will war visit, again and again <br />Till the day young men decide it must end <br />and turn their guns instead - on those old men<br /><br />Mary Havran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/until-that-day-3/
