Weapon Of War Poem by Scott J. Shepard

No longer will I be this weapon of war
Save me for the arsenal
Here in this place you see me snarl
As I cry for the baby lamb

No longer can I roam your battlefield
The blisters on my soles
I'm tired you see, the sufferer is me
And this weapon rusted old

I know you don't realize
But many scuffles ago
I was this young fearless warrior
With a heart of star struck gold

Artists decry the placation
The curtain of teeth, those militiamen
With I, the fortified weapon
At the front of a steady steed

Yet, no longer can I continue
This war has gone far too long
Here, bring an end
For the sadness you see,
a newborn lamb

I can no longer snarl or snare
As I too was disparaged to sigh
While I'd lay in mourning
Beside the lambs disappointment
As we'd shuffle, and sigh, and tire

So please put this weapon down
I can no longer snarl or hate
I wish for your piece of mind

Please put this weapon away
I can no longer growl or shame
For how does the lamb survive