Combat: Fair Playing Field

Fair playing field for games of war,
Where anger, strife and tempers soar.
Where guns and ammunition play
Out strengths and weaknesses of day.
Where armored tanks pass, jet planes fly,
Thus, blackening the earth and sky.
Where lives are spent, but no one cares
And if there's even one who dares
To stake his life or her life too,
The place becomes more like a zoo.
Where man's an animal, not free
And each must fight, if all would be.
Spectacular, that show has been

Like drama from a movie screen.
Soldiers, sailors, maimed, don't lust
For more of action; hate the dust
Of ashes strewn across the land,
Beg to return to home, their stand.
And if there still might be a place,
Where anger's grief there, shows no face,
What's left of war, one soon will find,
Has robbed each soul its peace of mind.
But beckoning behind new greed,
More threats of war, no mercy seed.
Fair place to play, a war games field,
Where fruits of war are still the yield.
Our ballparks, playgrounds, all have rules
And ball games too, not played by fools.
They're played with love; the game is real.
It is a game the players feel.
It's not who wins, who loses too
But how the game is played; that's true.
Fair playing fields for games of war;
One must insist, right to the core.
When man would play barbarian ways,
He'll see the tragedy of days.
The innocent, the poor, the child,
Oft battered in the wars, so wild,
Is victim to the unfair games.
Each country in its own way names
Its playing field and war plan too.
That's where war's battles should ensue.
The sacredness of human life
Should e'er transcend the game of strife.
If man does not hold tight to love
And values true, from God above,

Then life, more lives, will e'er be lost
While man himself will pay the cost.
Fair playing fields, for war play see,
Some grace, a new reality
And shame to man whose life is spent
In wasting others, or is lent
To destroy homes or places where
There is such tragedy, despair.
So wake up world! See what you do,
In truth revealed and shame to you.
If man be man and man of grace,
No matter in what time or place,
As humble, caring, loving, kind,
He will e'er offer peace of mind
And spend his time in humble ways
Prolonging life, throughout his days
And ever focused on love's joy,
Will find new projects to employ
Himself and others, for man's good.
Pursue this task? Yes, each man should.
Humanity and fairness real
Should ultimately bear the seal
Beyond the tragedy, the pain
Of endless terror's tragic reign.
The spoils of war, not of much worth,
In contrast to each new child's birth.

Are war games played on fair playing fields?