Conscientious Objection edit 2.svan, billy

[Brownlie]

My Grammar is not the greatest, but I'll do a line by line.

The images are old familiar friends--- Images is vague I think you could provide a more specific image to have a more powerful impact.
that flicker in and out of cluttered minds. -- Whose cluttered minds?
We cry sometimes to see the broken limbs, -- Any specific examples of broken limbs. Maybe a better verb than cry can be used i.e. moan.
of blooded children dusted by their war; - I get why used blooded here it provides a chance for a stressed followed by unstressed. Svan may have a point the meaning comes across but it could be judged as sloppy and forced.
small price to pay for freedom’s curdling call. -More on the curdling call of freedom I think the idea is not expanded on enough.
Ripped hearts and doll-dead bodies -- Corpses strewn across the battlefield as dolls with vacant button eyes
do not move us anymore. -- What do you mean by move, I assume emotionally moved but I think this can be more specifically explained.

It seems one sun above is not the God,
to steal and stir immiscible beliefs
into that promised meld of humankind.
As if the furnace heat of holy lands
could ever cool enough to firm the melt;
or by attrition reach a setting point. - This metaphor to a burning mold of sorts is interesting I'd like to see the metaphor become clearer and I would like more descriptions of furnaces. I think of steel factories which I like. In addition to using other punctuation besides a semicolon you can make the next line an independent clause.
We pray for peace no more. -- Reminds me of the War Prayer by Mark Twain.

What point or purpose in a winning hand
when all the gains are lost to join the game? -- More on the metaphor of the game perhaps you could describe a game of cards or something.
What trait within the evolution meme - I don't get evolution meme
can so destroy the child, yet pass through time?
And when we lie alone and in our beds,
what answers come as sleep comes drawn by peace?
Not one; we dream away each war. - Distant Bullets have become white noise

Tectak
2013

Obviously, I love the topic and I think there is some potential here if you do some editing and don't give up on the poem. I was intrigued by the image of a furnace, and I think if you cut away some of the superfluous filler words and replaced them with imagery or something you could pull out a good poem here.