The Art of War?

When we are told there is an "Art to war,"

It makes me question, what’s it said like that for?

And then I think, and wonder why,

What this world has to offer my pride.

Every day, the news blares stories of destruction and disorder,

We are blinded to the reality of the asunder.

I think again, training my need for thought,

And wonder whether what I am fed, is only there to cause distraught.

People die and people are born, but we wake every morn to catch dawn.

The beauties of the world are kept quiet,

The time is now to prevail with a vocal desire,

We are free, only when we choose to admire.

Threatened and tormented by those above,

Of nuclear war and destruction. That's enough!

We are people, and we are strength, we are what makes the governments flaunt,

Shall we bow to those that don’t deserve?

Or shall we be scared, to catch the early morning bird.

This is what I mean,

By why I question the "The art of war"?

Nuclear power is no friend of mine,

But stand strong my friend and rejoice the reign,

Of your mental state once again.

What do each of our futures all have in common?

We are simply human.

We are told of many stories of what could happen,

We are warned but yet go forgotten.

'Tis hidden in the Hollywood movies, books, and TV,

Welcome to a world where we are blind and cover The truth to measure in our own sanity.

Every Time we wake, we rejuvenate and reanimate,

We find a comfort, and keep it in rotate,

We repeat and refine, the same thing all the time.

Power is fine,

When you don't use it on your own kind.

The modern world is full of snakes,

It wakes and dictates.

Let's rethink and restart the train of thought,

As there is no such thing as "The art of war."