Put down the war,
It’s a bore
To friends.
Sends the wrong
Messages,
But presages
Disaster.
The horse steps back,
Dressage style,
And all the while
Empty handed
Gestures
Without a smile
Cast an image
Of a little child
Who had no song.
That’s at his core
So now he fights
His war
And all the measures taken,
Promises
Forsaken
Mean nothing
Anymore.
