Beer
(Inspired by The Hop)
If blood was beer there
would be no war,
For no one would ever risk
spilling a drop,
The grinding gears of all
unsettled scores,
And anguish of battle would
all at once stop.
All conflicts cleared, every
feud or grudge,
Forgiven, forgotten, and
brought on par.
But what would we cheer
when we toast our loves?
Where would we cry when we
count our scars?
