War is the whore so belonging to thee
She caters crass instincts…lacking remorse
We dine on her dime…perpetually
If fortune finds us upon her stout horse
Antediluvian…”charms” eternal
Man knowing not the path of resistance
Her “staying power” becomes fraternal
She plies her trade with adroit insistence
Measureless millennium…we succumb
Tears flow and blood knows thy place of its birth
Flesh rots and bones wane ‘til humanity’s numb
On cosmic necropolis…known as Earth
War is the strumpet…plays tune on the dawn
Her rue, baneful notes I fear shall play on
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