Gunpowder makes not a bullet fly
Towards determined destination;
Just hatred profound and rueful sigh
Sends vengeance racing into the eye
Of dreaded foes and population.
Gunpowder makes not a bullet fly;
Soldiers raise their weapons to the sky,
Release barbaric ululation,
Just hatred, profound and rueful, sigh!
Men tear their pockets and loudly cry,
“We are martyrs for our salvation!”
Gunpowder makes not a bullet fly.
Peace, elusive, it is hard to scry
The path to end the conflagration.
Just hatred profound and rueful sigh;
These barriers difficult to pry,
Embedded in all warring nations.
Gunpowder makes not a bullet fly,
Just hatred profound and rueful sigh.
Simon Lenthen
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