The River’s Name

I am all-powerful

I need no mighty armies

for all of theirs are mine

and those of their enemies

To meet in my honor...

they journey near and far

...giving their young bodies

as offerings for my fire

whilst I  merrily dance

about their funeral pyre

I am more powerful

than the lightning in the skies

I can call the breath

from their bodies

and the sight from their eyes

I make all mothers weep

and  the grown men cry

for brothers they  must seek

until the day that they die...

I am a wild river

that flows deep and wide

Raging... ever onward...

ignoring the screams

of those that have died

…a river of death and blood

engulfing all in my mighty flood

My tides shall ebb

 and flow forevermore

Bow your heads

and acknowledge me...

for my name is WAR...

 ©12/30/06 Faye Sizemore