Form: Horatian Ode

Another war breaking out
The papers all say ‘don’t go’
Humanitarian aid can’t get through
With mercenaries stealing the show
But they say our world is at peace
Yet has a single day passed by
Without war somewhere else
And no one asks for the why
Can humanity know of peace
While some desire only to kill
From the old days of duels at dawn
Through wars and those who seek the thrill
Of bringing death onto the streets
Shouting their anger, screaming with hate
Is this the lasting peace
Or is death humanity’s fate?