War

• Yvette Nguyen, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

What happiness is shed, when those who die like cattle
At a slaughterhouse, wrought with blood,
Slithering stealthily, slinking away,
Smouldering life, a flame so easily snuffed.

Corpses anointed with crimson,
Earth, God's court, He the criminal,
He the judge and dealt His Hand
And Man, who serves the sentence.

Tolling bells and mourning cries
Sing the weary song of death,
Endless sleep of Eternity succumb
Clutched in His arms, bathed in ethereal glow

Hail and Farewell,
Because as it is the Will of God
Then at the Will of God -

Thou shalt die.