All Their Voices

Words and thoughts in devotion to the Divine

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First section of poem to Ares

Some problems can only be solved with blood.

Oh, I know how much you hate me,
you cowards of the modern age
decrying every life lost
every country devastated
every crop burned
every bomb dropped.
You don’t even want mine to be the last resort;
you’d rather that every problem between clans
be talked out peacefully,
but you are deluded.
There will always be some problems
for which the only resolution comes
in the deaths of armies –
and sometimes, civilians.