So, today the battle rages,
Once engaged we will not cease;
Will not slow or slide or slumber,
Nor accept a moment’s peace
Till our foes are down, defeated.
Endless words and endless strain
Spent to prove a point forgotten
Long ago, and long since vain
At the end, our pride seems foolish,
Righteous, we stand on the field:
There awash in empty silence
Petty fools
Who would not
Yield
Let us consider what is meant
by rolling heads and bodies splattered…
time for Truth to represent
(as if such inconvenience mattered…)
Such events disturb our sleep
and force us to compose, on waking,
poems to alert the sheep
that predators are overtaking.
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