Lights Of War

A poem I wrote sometime ago about war. I called it:

“Lights Of War”

A Light that shone and a sound,
And people pondered the aim,
A reason said to be profound,
And what complicated claims.

Flaming fire gave light a power,
Where from does it get its fuel?
A monster that just devours
Everything, its force so cruel.

A light that shone, but it was
Not of peace and Hope,
Did not carry knowledge, alas,
It made the truth aslope.

A Light that shone and a sound,
And marching drums of war,
A place that is wrecked all around,
And darkness, then nothing more.