24.            SMALL ARMS

You were called the sharp end
It was with you the law of war began
This is as ancient as war itself.
We learn to cheat to win
So we try to cheat the Creator
In our reason for justice.
Like one brother is more worth
Than another,
And the father
Must decide if such reason
To be justified.
This is in the name of the Creator.

How little do we know the Creator
In our brother’s eyes
Which like ours
Is in the likeness of God and Man
Whose image we should love.
Yet in war we find
It relevant to cheat love
For a little advantage
Over an equal birthright.
Here we loose our salvation
For the Creator is the final judge.