Nancy L. Meek

WAR IS A BLACK HOLE

In spite of protests, good and bad,
deaths from war still draw the sad
black-clad doves, their hands still-tied,
their “STOP THE WAR” cry still denied,
as new wars lure more youth away
like moths attracted to a brighter day,
imagined freedoms still yet-to-be
because of hawks too-blind-to-see
that war is still a sucking force,
a big black hole that lacks remorse
for murdering our valiant boys,
drawn to light that hell destroys.