The Art of War
poem by:
Eli Stovall
Written
on May 20, 2017
As human beings Disagreements arise Where the submission of our opponent Is the ultimate prize The triumph over The one who is wrong The hall of victors Is where we belong But as battles go on And no victor is found It appears never ending No lost land or ground It stops being a disagreement And spans shore to shore We start using bullets It becomes a war Others kill others No compassion amidst Never to go home To their wife or kids All that matters is the victor Who will carry the crown And to the opponent On whom he'll look down No matter what death Through gun or knife No thought is given To the cost of a life So thinking should happen Deep down in our core Human life or victory Which one is worth more
Tags: sad, inspirational, deep, wishful,
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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
But what would/should you do if your home is invaded, your wife raped and your children sold into slavery? Is submission always the answer? Is it better to be 'red than dead' or as solzenitzin said 'brown'? Just asking.
Eli Stovall
commented:
You raise a good point, one that I am sure I don't know the answer to, and don't know if I ever will or hope to know. I'm sure that if this were happening to my family I would be doing anything to stop it. I just want to call attention to the way we value the human life and what we do about how we value it.
