War a crime

a poem by Subramanian K S

Is Reason a torch to a blind alley?
From Stone Age has it taken humanity
to light, yet trapped in the tunnel?
Science, the precious gift of Reason,
a throwback to the Age of Stone?
War, fought with weapons antique
or modern, preys on the innocent,
leaving scars indelible on psyche;
Scars that are beyond the veil
of time, a crime no court can condone;
These queries, buried in the basement
of conscience, are ever alive to Man.
But Man and history are parallel streams,
ever at war, split at the seams.