DEATH IS THE PLAY

You
cannot
rehearse
for war
today

For
death
will be
the play

What
would
the
critics
say?

I
cannot
give
my
best
reviews

It's
hell
having
to
view
this
play

The
stage
was
set
for
mankind's
death

He
played
his
part
to
the
end

Who
was
left
to
give
applause?

Death
was
the
only
one
at
all

No
tickets
bought
no
refunds
returned

No
play
could
cost
more
than
war

No
time
to
lose
before
it
starts

The
curtain
rises
before
us
all

Where
will
we
be
when
the
curtain
falls?

Play
no
part
where
war
is
fought

For
death
is
not
won
but
lost.

A THOUGHT!

One
shot to end
one
hope to live

One
play
mankind
brought
himself

One
cannot
revise
the play

When
death
has come
to take
its part

Mankind
can revise
what he
has written

When
heart
is used
before
the sword

Wait
no longer
than a day

For
life is only
here today.

A Poeatreeman

Peace
comes
at the cost
of love

Hearts
will fall
for they
took love in

Humanity
can win
when hearts
are full

Take
God in
to keep
it all.

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/4/94
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto