We are barely modernHaving built nations
That rely upon the machine of war
To resolve every issue
Without diplomacy
In the conflict's cessation
The dead lay where they fell
And the wounded bleed
Though that bleeding might stop
Scars are left behind, as a residue
The civilians might be killed
As a herdsman might cull
The homeless and orphans suffer
From the cold, perhaps starvation
But there are wounds that are carried
By the remnants of our collective civilization
The walls and remains stand
Broken in place
To remind us of our joint shame
We'd be comforted instead
By a land wiped clean
For memory's sake
“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.”
