Fighting Petals

Ten thousand years, inventing,
From the fire to the gun,
But just sixteen years of learning,
That the war cannot be won.

You can arm all of your soldiers,
Blossom blood from former friends,
But their chaos is unraveled,
With each new hour God sends.

They can escalate their weapons,
Get more bullets by the day,
It's a futile branch of violence,
Yet it stands in natures way.

They can kill women and children,
They can leave a town to rot,
But when spreading seeds of sin,
There's one thing remains forgot.

We could end it in an instant,
With a mile-high mushroom,
But before the first inventions,
The flowers started to bloom.