War Is Jealous of the Bridegrooms
when war was first invented,
it was jealous of
the bridegrooms -
it left envious ruins
in place of wedding blooms
conflict after conflict
war bestowed in blood
on the countenance of beauty
destruction's kiss
delivered to flame the tears
of daughters and favoured sons -
their blessed vows cast down
ambitious for power
war made justice blind
to the spirit's essence
dispossessed with dark funds
the fruitful eloquence
of a peaceful life well led -
ransacked each ripening season
of mated loves, and callously
murdered the wedding doves
poem by Jay Mandeville
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