Gargoyles, like prophets, perched in deep dark grottos,
Sweating blood, staring through moist sultry fog, glaring out,
Buddha eyes, dharma smiles, contemplate earth's demise, reciting mottos,
Boiling plasma, constrained by lava, sipping lithium along that narrow route.

Jupiter sweeps red spots from its weathered zone,
Imprisoned poppy fields, purporting liberty, plowed and sown,
Weeping, abashed, the tethered moon cries alone,
Freedom groans under sombre skies, drones and sorties ceaseless, flown.

Wild jackals tear at bleeding flesh, then pause,
RPG's blast and rip through tender skin and bone,
War repeats, war repeats, war repeats, its evil cause,
Penitent soul's, soldiers rent asunder,  so nation's must atone.

Wise men see what could have been, those wounded, wand'ring lost,
Blind men stumble through burning rubble, earth lies broken, marred and quaking,
Adjacent mine fields, where legless children beg, candied coins are flung and tossed,
Bright sons and daughters of freedom lie bleeding, as a tattered world lies shaking.

If flagrant war, marched to every battle, on its very own,
If no army went, no private, captain nor general,  nor uniforms or bombs,
No flags flown, no war songs sung, no creeds chanted, would war still be sown?
Would women shoot the guns? Would warriors turn to pen goodly psalms?

Such worry! Demons inspired by this evil wartime plight,
Still armaments, manufactured, built, and sold, and sold, and sold three fold,
Rich profiteers horde wealth, contrive war's economy, gain from each sordid fight,
Reaping wretched riches, hell's reward in the end, ugly lies are told and sold,  again retold.

Whence Peace? Where is that loving human heart?
Has mankind given peace a chance? Or is it all just folly?
Would Jesus and Mohammed bear this grudge match, e'en take part?
Would Moses lead the battle charge, give strict orders for that fatal volley?

Deep in that Holy cave, Saints and common men ingest ransoms truth,
Mother Earth bewildered, behaves extant, crowning Glory with elegant Being,
Awash with Alpha and Omega, timeworn brilliant life deems war so uncouth,
Angels impart God's will, whilst Heaven's door is oped, sordid hatred fleeing.

Approach the Throne of God! Lay down your wicked arms!
Let Creation Enlighten thee, whilst Sages sing of Perfect Peace!
Let honourable service be thy quest! Rescind your wicked charms!
Let goodness rule! Purest love shall surely grant the Golden Fleece!

Gargoyles settle in those steamy caves, relinquishing evil's enduring test,
Gentle souls mark the day with heartfelt introspection, while Sufis' twirl and dance,
Each age, so marked, by war's relentless rage, such bitter horror, engulfs the nest,
Conjoined in life by breath and heartbeat, yet forgotten compassion takes war's stance.

Gargoyles, like prophets, spout, spilling truth upon the earth below,
Swearing allegiance, sipping from that Holy cup, whence creation began,
Shouting to four corners of the world, thus spake the sun, with its creative glow,
Buddha's eyes, with that dharma smile, extoll the goal of good life for all of man.

Deep in that Holy cave, deep in the heart of all mankind,
Born with each waking breath, as daylight rests evil's realm,
Earthly souls applaud the loving light, rejoice with each days welcome find,
Creation's passion, abide all sentient beings, let compassion take the helm.