War

Dear War,

I got you flowers, the pretty kind.

The ones, they say, don't die

You killed them anyway.

Everything you touched

burned under the dark smoky sky.

You disrupt peace and quite.

No

You are all chaos and destruction.

Like anger of a million strangers in a bottle,

exploding when triggered,

leaving permanent scars.

I fear you, for your power,

for what you mean

and for what you can do.

I've seen two of you

I don't think I can live through another one.

Yours truly,

Earth