By: Gus Victoria
Death and War are horsemen only Love can unseat.
Steel and lead tear through flesh
Doing damage in this world
As hatred and violence do more
To murder the soul
That no weapon of man
Can ever touch,
The essence of man dies
When the Creator’s gifts are used
To murder the Creation.
God dies in the assault
That embraces evil
As it discards justice
To redress imaginary wrongs.
When the innocent are dead
The angels weep.
The horsemen ride
Only when Love is absent.
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