My pen weeps in weapons

My pen weeps in weapons

My pen weeps in weapons, 
Smiles in all the flutes, 
Screeches out to morons, 
Who destroy all the roots! 
  
My pen weeps in pages, 
Prays for all who live, 
Brutes in us for ages, 
Image we don’t believe. 
  
My pen weeps in weapons, 
Laughs with all soldiers, 
Heals the troubled demons, 
Hiding so much in us. 
  
My pen weeps in fields, 
Cries and sings a song, 
Killers killing the killed, 
And losing all along. 
  
My pen weeps in weapons, 
Shares its gathered wisdom, 
Hurting only weakens, 
The bond so tall winsome!