Decisions formed from words devoid of vision,
Blind letters without even dots to the eyes!
What will make the difference?
To the virtue less rhyme of our soulless times,
In this virtual pantomime!
There is so much “out there not to find”
In this almost (middle-ages) portrait of a work unsigned.
No trace on bodies that lie beneath a war-clouded sky
Yet on and on their wind-driven voices cry.
Freedom, Equality, "Truth" beneath a foreign sky!
Almost as foreign as the voiced values; that valued them..?
As unquestioning sacrifices.) yet that is the way...
Once the die of war is cast, that is the way it lies
© Joe Maverick 27-12-2010