War Poetry

There Is No Peace In War

I woke up sweating
and my face was an electric burner
that was turned up to at least eight.
In my mind, were visions of a bad dream.
I saw blood soaked streets
and bloody breathing bodies
that lay upon the sand.
I saw flashes of explosions
going off all around me
and lit up lines streaming
up towards the sky.
I got up and turned on the news
and saw that it was reality.
Our world of turmoil
needs to be a world of peace.
There is no peace in war.

by Craig Ludwig