Where Are You, God of War

A cycle of poems «Warrior Won't Hurt a Child»

Crimson skies and frozen ground, a battlefield of dread
Echoes of a thunderous sound, where countless warriors bled
I raise my sword, a rusted steel, against the chilling wind
A hollow victory, I feel, where does the madness end?

Where are you, God of War? Are you watching from above?
Do you crave the crimson gore? Or have you abandoned love?
The banners fall, the nations weep, the future bleeds in grey
Where are you, lost in sleep? Why did you turn away?

They built the altars, burned the pyres, and whispered your desire
Offered up their burning fires, fueled by a savage pyre
But silence answers every plea, the heavens remain veiled
A hollow god, it seems to be, a promise that has failed.

Where are you, God of War? Are you watching from above?
Do you crave the crimson gore? Or have you abandoned love?
The banners fall, the nations weep, the future bleeds in grey
Where are you, lost in sleep? Why did you turn away?

Is power all you sought to gain? A throne built on despair?
Leaving only endless pain, a burden hard to bear?
Perhaps you’re in the broken hearts, the mothers left to mourn
A silent force that tears apart, a lesson to be born.

Where are you, God of War? Are you watching from above?
Do you crave the crimson gore? Or have you abandoned love?
The banners fall, the nations weep, the future bleeds in grey
Where are you, lost in sleep? Why did you turn away?

Maybe the God of War is dead, a myth that faded slow
Or maybe He resides instead, in the seeds of what we sow
To build a world where battles cease, and swords are laid to rest
To find within, a different peace, and put our souls to the test.
So where are you, God of War? Perhaps, within us all.
We choose the peace, we choose the war, and wait for your recall.