Closed eyes cannot save
The young and the brave
Cries of agony lingers
As enemies become victors
There exists no code of honor
As men destroy and conquer
Can heaven truly exist
Or are we caught in the midst
Of paradise and hell
Neither angels nor demons dwell
As the innocent are piled
We search for a Star child
-KJB

They say the spots
tell the story
they say the blots
tell of glory

They call it abstract
and try to impart,
although I retract,
this is art

I look at all the strokes
so frequently seen
that make me choke
when asked what they mean