Everything is fair in Love and War.

Everything done in love is fair

Nothing is fair in rage and war

I wonder why men do not see?

A kiss is better than a scar

Hate and greed have blinded all

Darkness rules the hearts of men

Shadows lurk now frightening tall

It’s hard to spill the ink of pen

The night is filled with endless stars

Yet people see the dark and gloom

If we do not end our wish for wars

The world is set to fall for doom

Massacre of trees at will

Goes unseen by the blinded eye

Massive oceans full of spills

On a rock I saw a penguin cry

An axe than sinks in a trunk of tree

Brings hell to life that lives in it

The birds have nowhere else to flee

There are no trees left, to build a nest.

[Wanderer]