Intelligent People And War Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

War, a word so grim and cold,
A story often to be told.
Not fights of beasts, nor nature's storm,
But planned, by people, to transform.

Nations clash, with force and might,
To win a cause, and claim what's "right",
Or what they think, by twisted plan,
A rule enforced by human hand.

It's not just rage, or sudden burst,
But armies move, well trained and thirst.
For power, land, or something more,
They leave behind a world in sore.

We're smart, they say, the brightest kind,
Yet war's a darkness in our mind.
No other creature makes it so,
To build and break, like the seeds we sow.

For politics and wills it always blooms,
Ignoring suffering, and empty rooms.
Sometimes it is, a strange desire,
To bond together, fueled by fire.

So here is our, great shame on show,
Each war that we seem to know.
A tool of thought, and weapons made,
A tragic cost, so often paid.