By William Burkholder
Ignorant men speak of war as though it were a necessity.
Exclusivity waved under biased banners.
Power, the watchword of the hordes.
Ploughshares banished, smelted into swords,
Instead of humanity,
Hateful searing words.
With broken wing, The Dove of peace lingers,
Providing solace and hope, in place of down-trodden despair.
Lack of Peace…
It begins with the mindset of approved diatribes.
And grows to violence, under billows of cordite wisps.
And end at the graves of the guilty and innocent alike.
William Burkholder joined the U.S. Coast Guard in 1980 and spent the next 17 years proudly serving his country. Inspired by the fields and streams of his boyhood home along Lake Erie, William has been writing, poetry mainly, for the better part of his life. He now resides in Detroit, Michigan with his wife, Nancy.