We have engaged in war before,
before the war beyond the shore.
And we have shed our blood, and more.
More blood I have not seen before.
We often wonder what it’s for.
For truths abhorred behind closed doors.
Not sure it matters anymore,
any more than the wars before.
The Fates decree, the fickle whores,
Whores sans amore, caveat emptor,
who lives and dies, who thrives. What for?
More war? My God, more war.
M. Zane McClellan
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