Who has lived without the threat of war
Our war’s ongoing,makes us what we are
Recovering from the last and making sure
We’re ready for the next aggressive “cure”
From lover’s cruel to Holocaust Hell’s flame
We do not enjoy peace within our homes
While in the arms of love we plot escape
Intimate demands are feared far less than rape
From states’ aggressive greed to married hate
We come to love in fear and perhaps too late
Who wrote the script ,who acts their part alone?
The Play returns,repeats as humans mourn
Who can bare their tender, living hearts
Before the ruinous “wars of mercy” start?
How my heart sings 