The quiet yet to come

When all the Gods of war have been appeased
flawed mankind find true sanctuary
and value life as mortals should
reflect on faith, no history of shadow cast
old battle scars not be pursued
and all old wounds be healed at last
the river of all graveyard tears be dried
tipped headstones bid a brighter sky
the thorn of pain to give new birth
bright hope; for each and all, our self interpret
arrive, and wisdom open up our eyes
inheritance, the give, the gift of compromise