Conscientious Objection edit 2.svan, billy

[R.C. KITCHENS]

The images are old familiar friends
that flicker in and out of cluttered minds.
We cry sometimes to see the broken limbs,
of bloodied children dusted by their war;
small price to pay for freedom’s curdling call.
Ripped hearts and doll-dead bodies
do not move us anymore.

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.
We pray for peace no more.

What point or purpose in a winning hand
when all the gains are lost to join the game?Just a little wordy
What trait within the 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?just a little wordy
Not one; we dream away each war.

Tectak
2013

I liked the poem. aside from a few places where some imagery could be, I see it flowing well and descriptive enough to get the point across without adding any futher imagery. There was a few places that felt wordy and I noted the places that seemed wordy to me. All in all a good read and sense of what war does to people.