War

When the war was won,
we searched to crown,
the world was lost in grief,
some son, some father,
we lost some hopes, some desire,
the way we lost will to be crowned,
why did the sword strike,
why did the heart watch the other bleed,
how did we attain such brutality,
was it for the glory of the land,
would we carry it with us when we die,
I ask myself when I loved,
would I carry it with me to my grave?
maybe not,
maybe I’ll live on in the minds,
the very minds capable of chaos,
I loved for it taught me forgiveness,
towards the other soul,
who never understood love,
I am crowned as a heart that loves
only? you ask,
I will just smile at your question,
for you asked me from your heart
and that is where I now reside.