A heap of bones

Alma 2:38 -- " . . . and their bones have been found, and have been heaped up on the earth."

A heap of bones is all that's left when conflicts end at last;
a brittle monument of follies dreadfully amassed.
The widow and the orphan and the breast of reason torn;
such are the sure harvest of our hatred and our scorn. 
To battle one another unless for our self-defense
is to be a stench and a rude rock of deep offense. 
O, help me bring a little peace into this mortal broil;
I do not want my garments with cross blood to ever soil!