This Is Not Our War

Remnants from wars of yesterday
An inheritance that is not ours we claim.
Point fingers, create games to blame
Ancestors have lost their place in shame,
The chalk has washed from under our eyes.

Our war needs no guns and daggers
Weapons have been traded for knowledge.
Sense is wielded to put out fires!
There is a new type of war raging.

People now fight with silence
Folding their minds like thoughtless mats.
A hydra head that is bound to grow
The more we cut, it’s sure to sprout
Helping to seal a deadly fate.

It may not be our war today,
Clips and staplers may not hold tomorrow.

Vera