Indestructible

by Edward Keyes

"Let there be death" war's angel cried
and spread his sable wings
ove rmany a peaceful countryside
and scores of homely things.

"Let there be hate". He waved his rod
and some men's faces turned
from laughter and honest work and God
to deeds that bit and burned.

Yet still the earth her harvest yields,
sons spring from those who died.
And men and women walk the fields
with love at eventide.