A Farewell To Arms
An extension of politics
Is there a victor?
Talks of right and wrong
Whispers of wrong and right
Human life is threatend, and crushed
Is there really a good cause for war?
Nuclear War, Gorilla War, Holy War,
Peace... Is that only a theory?
Not So Grim
I've heard of a man who harvests life
Swathed in dark, he reaps with scythes
I have no fear of mortal men
But, talks of Grim will tremble hands
Shopping in skirmishes, one-by-one
He assigns a number, one to come
Late last night he came to me
And whispered, "6-11-23."