The act therein, which latter stays the grit
or handled to deception ~ scenes the script ~
WAR ~ torn between itself, is e're adrift
and that one play left standing, tries to lift.
That WAR is WAR what e'er is left to branding
bravery not last, nor first ~ inherits only handling,
I throw it to the clouds, before tears somehow man me,
that merit of last weapon, struggle could thereby stand me?
To turn the other cheek, not spite dismantling
instead of that blithe victor's churning ceaseless ranting!