A Haiku Quintette: War And Peace

              i

Bombs fall like rain;

there’s no umbrella for war;

blood of the dead flows.

               ii

War has no conscience;

its means justifies its end:

a negative good.

              iii

Evacuation—

the plight of the walking dead:

War kept the rest.

               iv

The flower of peace—

shedding her petals and seeds:

fertile soils smiling.

               v

Opened war wounds wait—

healing needs a helping hand:

Peace threads her needle.