War Poem by Peter Swan

Don’t say you don’t love me,
because I know you do.
You may not want to be me,
but I am a part of you.

I’m the misery of your winter,
and the thunder that brings rain.
I am the sun that beats upon your skin,
a slightly joyous pain.

You often try to push me away,
but I know you want me in.
Secretly you encourage me,
to commit your deadly sins.

But be careful what you wish for,
I am a lion that remains untamed.
And I have claws that sharpen by themselves,
when I begin to play my game.