PEACE IN WAR
The battle raged and screamed wild,
Above, the sky was blue and mild,
The earth shook, reeled in pain,
It was hell on that pitted plain.

Death and hurt was everywhere seen,
Corruption where peace had once been,
A boy was dying of no more than eighteen,
Pain where once joy of life had been.

Mom! He called like when hurt as a child,
The pain made him cry out, death piled
High around, no loving mother came
To a dying boy, yet sweet peace came.

A tiny fragrant flower struggling for life
Amidst all the carnage, war and strife,
Caught the boy’s eye, home came to mind
And in that flower his mother he did find.

He did not die alone, nature gave a flower
To a dying boy in his final suffering hour,
As home he went as his life he gave,
No one will ever know of his grave.

The waste of war is so endless and cruel,
But the Lord tried hard and sent a tiny jewel
Into the war in the form of a sweet flower,
Aiding a lonely boy in his dying hour.

M Ann Margetson © June 26, 2001