Rising from its long slumber seems to be the raven,
The raven of war that once took so many a souls to death's coven.
Everyone prays it is knocked out by a stone from Heaven.
A stone that knocks it out once more with compassion from the duellers,
That they consider the implications on other Earth dwellers
And call away the shellers.
The previous wars, being an understudy,
It is better to have a buddy
Than one on whom to use a cuddy
Because in the end, it is more than just a M-A-D experience
But a conflagration, even on the Innocents, so what exactly is the essence?
I mean when there is something such as a conference
Talking it over and resolving like the sane,
Discuss how you crossed each other's lane
And make apologies.
It is much easier that way than making thousands of people think about constructing eulogies.
Bury those guns and pick the microphones, people.
Life is that simple.