War

War

Oh, noblest men of war,

Your eyes are closed,

It is your brother you fight.

For in the midst of time

You have forgotten

Who you truly are.

The radiance of each soul

Is torn by perceived differences,

Of opinion,

Colour of skin,

Or simply even by nation’s

Which you see as home.

Though you do not belong,

Even to this earth.

For earth’s song,

Is not the song,

Which any of you sing,

In the depth of your being.

In truth you are the symphony,

Of the almighty orchestra.

With time you will find

The harmony,

Which reveals your truth?

That you are upon this earth,

But not of it.