A Satisfactory War
It was such a satisfactory war
There were no hystrionics
‘Twas only when it became a bore
That someone mentioned halcyonics.
Don’t talk to me of peace today
I’m not the one that’s losing
I kill quite gently anyway
On the path that I am choosing
Strife hath installed poetic muse
Blood, a patron of the arts
Death simply waits to unconfuse
Last liberal bleeding hearts.
It’s such a satisfactory war
This battle that I wage
My conscience doesn’t interfere no more
Now that my guide’s cold rage.
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