Woke up, something felt strange.
War had been buried and left to decay.
It warmed my heart to feel all the peace.
At long last no misery, was my verbal release.
From that day on I could not help but smile.
Daring to dream it might last a long while.
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to years.
Soon a decade had passed without wars grinding gears.
Celebrations erupted each and every new spring.
With no new tensions beginning to boil.
It seemed at last humanity would not fight over any scrap of soil.
Now fifty years later and it’s still the same.
On my death bed I hope it does not change.
For war has no purpose that proves positive.
It is purely something truly destructive.
Laying waste to beauty and potential.
Two things that are far more essential.
And while I could describe how it occurred.
I feel doing so would be quite absurd.
That is why I will leave this light on detail.
Instead with my last dying breath I say this.
Stay in the ground war, you were always worthless.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 