On War

By Andrew R. Duckworth

War, you scream.
War-war-war.
Yet, I remember the day
You held up signs
Saying that war is sin.
And, I agreed with you then.
Because fighting that fight
Between brother and kin
Does little but postpone
Solution until who knows when.
That is not to say
That I’m so naive
To think that war
Is never a means to an end,
But all should be tried
Before loved ones die.
So, I see your new signs
And I wonder what changed
To make your views so rearranged.
If one man steps in office
And you suddenly swap,
Were you ever against war
In the first place?