Perpetual Insanity


The ancient satin tapestry
hangs ragged on a wall
Depicting scenes of chivalry
that no one can recall

And as the candles flicker out
and shadows disappear
There sits alone in darkened hall
a single Musketeer

He hears again from pits of Hell
a rising steady roar
Beelzebub appears anew
to pound the drums of war

So as in every age of man
with shield and with sword
He leaves his love, his land, his life
to go and fight the horde

And as with ages long ago
he shouts the battle cry
And it never does occur to him
to ask the bastards why

So he fights and kills
for Kings and Queens
who tally up the score
And he thinks by shedding
so much blood
he'll put an end to war

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  • dusk arising

    Beginning with the romance of a tapestry and musketeer you deftly transform this piece into a message to all mankind of the futility of war.

    • Coyote

      Thanks D

    • Fay Slimm.

      Hats off and loud applause for this engaging tale of misled ancient and modern behaviour - - war is all that your cleverly expose and thank
      you for sharing its vileness Coyote

      • Coyote

        Thanks Fay

      • Accidental Poet

        An excellent write Coyote. One that the whole world should read. ✔

        • Coyote

          Thank you my friend.

        • Doggerel Dave

          Thanks, C for applying your poetic talent to war, something which has exercised part of my mind for most of my life. A powerful succinct write.
          And PS: ( Sorry Fay, I must compete here) – ‘ I Was Only Nineteen’

          • Coyote

            Thank you Dave and that's a great song. I've never heard it.

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