inevitable war

It's a cold summer in the woods
the gregarious chant of the birds
and the swarm of playful ants
brought an unpleasant memories of my love ones
who had drop out of my sight
through unaviodable vicious attack
as war become our permanent nature

War with all its concomitant sufferings
brought us a miserable lives
suckling babies cried for their perished mothers
old men wept bitterly for their departed little ones

When will that great day be?
When war will become an outdated word
and humanity will beat the drum
for two score and a tens years
that agony of war as parted with human race
but it become a bleak hope
as war become our neccessary evil