War Is Natural To rise above the plane of earth Where war continues since my birth, I find that war is natural, And in this world habitual. It’s human nature, so it seems And nature’s calling in those screams— No scientist needs to figure it out War’s natural, without a doubt— As natural as it could be, Just as a beehive in a tree, Such facts are facts, misunderstood, We must accept the bad with good. War has gone on through history, Get used to all the misery— War will continue, when we die; War’s natural, don’t ask me why. Duality Prevails War’s natural as death— We’re dead before we take a breath, No complaint, let me explain, For pleasure, we must have some pain. There’s opposites for a reason: Hot and cold, and each its season; Black and white and wrong and right; Dark and light and day and night. Without mentioning a name, One in charge is playing games— The way to stay is go away; The stage is set, perform the play. We cannot live unless we do not— O what an intriguing plot! It keeps us on the edges of seats; It’s on, it’s off, then it repeats. Mountains high and valleys deep, In birth awake, in death we sleep, Unconscious, unaware we’re gone— Death the night and birth the dawn. We can’t be happy without fear, No one can laugh without a tear, There can’t be love without some hate— To wonder why’s a hopeless fate. After fifty thousand miles and five years as a hitchhiker, living on the road and streets in towns and cities across America, David Paul Behrens followed with a career as an over the road dispatcher in the trucking industry. He is now retired and living in La Verne, California. His website is davidpaulbehrens.com.