The dance of war is a beautiful thing

 Dance- to move your body in a way that goes with the rhythm and style of music that is being played. The Webster Dictionary

on the floor, you move

under your steps I hear, a thousand child scream

as the bomb drops

and I remember how the longer I shivered-

I thought- the sooner I would learn to enjoy

music and fireworks as an adult

growing old is different than growing to heal

or heed to the sound of danger, a dancer

you lift your hand with the softer set of arms

without rhythm, a confused anger,

glide a blade in the hands of those who lost humans

gained power, to stand and speak

with the voices borrowed from those who were refused

the right to words or to moving lips

flaming hips, chant a mantra that is incomprehensible

to the back-drop of a celebration

kill to live and let live

isn't it the first rule of survival

those who are fit decide on those who are not?

the dance of war, you comment, is a beautiful thing

it only takes awareness and the right amount of appreciation

to the making of music from the clash of two swords

or the clash of two bodies, created from the same material

bone and skin,

breath and brain

rattle like hollow wood, tries to beat optimistic music

from lonely flutes

the dance of war, beautiful feeds on the same ground

where we stand

counting how many shoes can we donate to one-legged children

this is a result of movement,

eastern or western to the beat of music

your body shakes, it is beautiful you say,

to dance on flattened earth, you cannot tell

that there will be music, coming from the shaking ground

careful where you set your dance of war, for there were people

 there will always be, in flattened lands, old-hidden music.