Surviving The Guilt Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Before the human flaw of war, is healed,
And all the wanton blood congealed,
Reflective man must never yield,
But pick his fight with sword to wield
His weapon, words and laws appealed.
To pr*ck a bloated power concealed,
Behind the curtain's cower and shield;
Beneath the false patina peeled,
The petals of a dying flower, sealed
Shut by rigor, or a carinated boat, unkeeled
And broke upon a sullen beach, steeled
Like all the dead on foreign field, and soured
Against the horror that each revealed
In their final hour.