It's our elixir, it's our hubris
It's the red we go swimming in,
after the sun has set.
It's the red we go swimming in,
after the sun has set.
It's our passion, it's our pride
It's the charred gray tea-kettle lying on the bedside
after the world is quiet.
It's the charred gray tea-kettle lying on the bedside
after the world is quiet.
It's our agony, it's our writhe
It's the lips squirmed in a basket smile
after the joys have died.
It's the lips squirmed in a basket smile
after the joys have died.
It's our delusions, it's our repudiations
It's the lies we feed ourselves, sizzling and dressed
after the truths have met their demise.
It's the lies we feed ourselves, sizzling and dressed
after the truths have met their demise.
It's our beacon, it's our guide
It's the tainted armor splashed with wailing cries
after the wars have been levied.
It's the tainted armor splashed with wailing cries
after the wars have been levied.
//Aber der Krieg muss geführt werden//
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'It's our passion, it's our pride
It's the charred gray tea-kettle lying on the bedside
after the world is quiet.'
such distinct imagery..
I especially like the considered perspective, you showcase
see, from afar
we vilify all war, and yet
we use words like
'I'll go to war for my family, readily...'
(thanks for treating us to your poetic genius
and helping us celebrate World Poetry day, in style)
Thank you!!
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