War Haiku

When the bloody sun

Rose into the blasted sky

It saw only bones.

At the zenith time

It saw men coming there, to

The place of battle.

They drew their weapons

And they killed with more vigor

Than those there before.

The sun traveled west

Sinking below the red clouds

And left the war here,

But rose on more blood

And more fire and more death

And the good sun wept

For never before

Had it seen such mad killing

As this day of death.

But the sun now knew

That through the existence of

This pitiful race

Of human beings,

Of sorry bipedal primates,

That they would not learn.

And there would be more.

And a day would come when the

Sun would weep again.