ignorance is never bliss

for war is not the opposite of peace
nor love is that of hate
fear lingers to those who wage violence
and indifference their weapon

toy is what a gun to a child
an arsenal of greed to a fascist
power consumes and corrupts
hate blinds not by darkness but light

youth stolen to fight wars not their own
selfish are they who send their sons
and daughters to battle
while they drink martini with their concubines

we are but fools on a string
preyed and played
we are but papers yet to be written
for widows of soldiers who had fallen

ignorance is never bliss
for innocence that is
how long shall children suffer?
how long shall mother's grieve?