THREADS

Threading the caustic realm of chaos,

Minds weave the tapestry of war.

This is

The leeching flag amidst society's blood misted landscape,

A bridal veil for optimism's virgin frame,

A scarecrow to the scavenging scouts of peace.

It proves handy while snuffing the breath out of order,

And the hunger out of starving elegies.

 Its unweaving is the real art,

That's when the true battle begins.