WAR
The
lights over London
Are silent, forlorn
The blackness
Holds them in its
grasp
The speech
Fearful
Blustering
Unheard
Drowned
out
By sirens
Wailing in the night
Violent, yet reassuring
Opulent
in their loudness
Directing humanities affairs
War weary
Repetitive
A
life saved
One lost
The mark of war
As bankers count their profits
And
empires, legitimate, human
Are battered and brought low
By the money hoarders
the gods of
war
Self - appointed
They too have their alliegences
And gods to
other gods pay homage
To the darkness
Not pierced by light
