Oh! Those political schemes of tyrannical things,
by sleight of voice most magical powers,
whence by guile, turn weeds into scented flowers,
to charm the ear of unsuspecting Spring;
How in comparison, the Poet his notion lays
to embrace humanity with equality of praise,
tell, in metre's joyous rhyme, like as a dream
to common man, who in humble cottage dwell
and know other, than life's simple spell;
So,you with smooth oration's vast rhetoric's store,
relate in simple terms, the virtue that is war,
your articulated art, promote war mongering schemes,
tell me, what brightness from tunnels end e'er gleams,
and after the mightiest bombardment, what remains
of your valiant victory, save shaclkes, death and chains;
Oh! ye heroic trespassers, pray what, an empty reign
o'er war contaminated lands, sightless, see not waste
by man's political crimes, save foul power, to taste
and re-write the ethics of genocide by convenient pen
that mocks the code of peaceful law abiding men;
How populous enclaves burnt blackened in the sun,
by new found technology in secret shadows spun,
rifled Palaces torn down to rubbled pens,
reduce the warrior, to wicked obsolescent men,
unaware of wrong, fueled by conceited pride,
such arrogance abound with war strutting stride,
empty and vacant hearts hear not the young maidens cry
who mourn their dear brothers and Fathers slain,
tight clasped their hands ask the reason why,
the rivers of blood from our loved family ta'en,
Alas! Savage rites of war, its unabashed ear,
leaves, but widows, awash with endless tears.