War Is Raw Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

War is raw.
Fed to feed the barbaric needs,
Of the unconscious greedy.
Focused upon their self serving tasks.
While it is the Earth,
Awaiting to become the ultimate victor.
As souls who have been stripped away,
From their physical presence prepare...
To reclaim what God has promised is theirs.
And not the wicked with restricted minds.
Attempting to create,
Kingdoms free of diversity.
But that which has power over hatred,
Wishes peace everlasting to exist.
Free from war.
And the rawness of it,
Will have those with their petty indifferences...
Come to witness the end of pettiness.
And their involvement kept indulged.