the love of wars

The Love of Wars


For all time you have killed my children,
they know when they grow up they will
have to come slay yours; mine have lost
the ability to feel empathy. And you will
cry, as I did, tie yellow ribbons to trees,
swear vengeance and kiss your banners.
We’ll have in common our mutual hatred,
which is a bond of blood longer lasting?
than mere love.