Sacrificed to the Global "god of Fortresses"

Across from the place where people rush to fly
Is a graveyard space where soldiers wait when they die.

Small white headstones as far as you can see
Up and over the hill so uniformly.

A friend or widow, child or mom
Could have a hard time finding their loved one.

"Bless our troops", though they may kill
Say those claiming God's for their side.
But its not much different than a suicide bomber
Thinking paradise AWAITS if they die.

So the train rolls by, what catches my eyes
Are all the grave-topping Christmas wreaths.
Yet what's still in the ground is what's been sacrificed
To such a system of false beliefs.

This is a land where farmers plant in rows
But these fields of dead, who sows them, do you know?

The very same one who told the first lies
With, "Don't obey God's words, you will not die."

"I never realized it was so big", I say to the lady next to me.
A winter's day, with no leaves in the way, revealed the cold scenery.

Come on, please, want to talk about it,
The promised end of war -
'Cause there's REAL hope found in God's own Book
Saying DON'T "learn war anymore."*


(* Isaiah 2, verse 4)