After the War Ends

After the war ends, lay
courageous bodies along the way.
Smiling headlines say
just baffling numbers, left behind the exhausting day.

After the war ends, leaders so happy,
 volunteers to have a nappy.
 As the echoes of ruins still flappy,
 like animals, so ‘ape’y.

After the war ends, divine light,
 shattered beneath missile weight.
 Among the crying history, it might
 exist; within no time, begins ember fight.

After the war ends, the peering now,
 under the load, into pages of zilch, sow
 their heads, meaningless, yet given, so low.

After the war ends, I may be dead,
 among thousands, on Earth’s bed,
 beneath soil scent, with no candles shed.
 Comprehend the truth: not another blood shed.

After the war ends—NO!!!
 Vicious war, no divine glow.
 Just humans, nothing like foe.
 Let it not start—SO!!!