If the skill is learn to kill
We only win mortal sin
Full of hate
For love of god
Lost to fate
Eternal sod
What’s the mystery
To learn from history
Awake forsake
Empty lies where everyone dies
Vortex of cortex
Too dense To sense
Complex Reflex
Peace dove
Futile whore
Make Love, Not War
Carol Toebe Whiting
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/make-love-not-war-3/
