Author of War and Peace

War,
The way I write it,
Everybody loses.
Corpses, corpses, and more corpses.
So much DNA lost.
For what?
A few men's greed?
Pride?
Wrath?
Envy?
To carry so many deaths on one conscience,
How could such monsters sleep?
There are no good ends to this tale.
Just grief alone.



Peace,
The way I write it,
Happens when humanity achieve enlightenment.
So much in abundance.
Everything for everyone.
Maslow's hierarchy of needs, fulfilled.
No more rat race.
No more love lost.
No more suicides.
No more mental illness.
No more cancer.
No more poverty.
No more extremism.
No more ugliness.
Every dream and hope embodied.
There are no bad ends to this tale.
Just bliss aplenty.