Words of War

They said they love peace, but they sharpen the knife.

Whispering calm while setting the strife. They said we were brothers, hands intertwined,

but their words are the smoke, their actions the fire. They said,

they said, they said too much. Words like honey but bitter to

touch. They said no war, then marched with might.

They said love, then stole the light. They said, "Temple stands sacred

and tall," but the echoes now crumble, the stones start to fall.

They said, "Don't step where the lines are drawn," yet their tanks