There Will Be War
As long as babies
snatch lollipops
from one
another,
there will be war.
As long as you
do not regard me
as your
brother,
I will have a cause
I believe is worth
fighting for.
When I have plenty
while you hunger,
want, and thirst
and I make no effort
to ease your needs,
you’ll despise me
for satisfying my
own comfort
first,
call my self-interest
what you feel it is,
pure
greed.
There will be war
between you and I.
I will fight to retain
all that I own;
you will seek to pry
some portion of
it free,
even if your only
weapon is a stone.
It’s survival of the fittest,
built deep into
our genes;
it causes me to scheme
and form shady
alliances
that enable me and mine
to buy designer jeans
fancier cars than yours,
and bigger
appliances.
All the while God watches
from the Knowledge
Tree
as we strive and contend
with fury and angry
voices.
We never pause to think
He surely could see
what would happen
if He gave us our
free
choices.
Once He pushed us,
naked, from Eden
and barred
the door
the jig was up,
the fat in the fire,
the die
irrevocably cast.
Our time on earth was
doomed to strife and
war;
there would be no peace for us
from that day
to the last.
One wonders what plan
He could be working
toward…
unless…He was just utterly,
completely,
cosmically Bored.
What is Man more masterfully
designed to insure
than interminable,
all-consuming,
bloody
war?
© 11/30/2009 T.P. Woodfork
Revised 1/20/2010
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