(to a prompt: Goddess)
Goddess of Light treads lightly
while armies wake.
Shimmers on helmets,
on weapons, on faces of soldiers
taught to hate.
None know how to accept blame
Priests cite scripture,
make war holy,
absolve the crime of killing
so mothers can bury
sons and daughters draped in flags.
Body counts purchase victory.
With a wave of her hand
she could blind them
melt weapons, burn armies,
but violence to prevent violence
means only great violence.
She walks between armies
each side asks
if she is on their side,
The sun crests the horizon.
She fades into light
and will try again
..tomorrow
9-14-26
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