Advice To Gardeners On a Distant War
You small community of men
devoted to the gentle arts
why would you cross those foreign seas
where war awaits to break all hearts.
Stay in those gardens you make green,
sustain your rank amongst the trees
and don’t donate to wars grim scene,
the wages of your liberties.
Ignore the rant of those fool lips
that sanctify wars fight and kill,
always the vampire life’s blood sips,
always are some who to war thrill.
Your honest work’s a noble thing,
there’s no reward in enmity,
just pains choral where t bullets sing
their hymns of death and agony.
Walk on the paths amongst the flowers
and let your strength make fruitful keep
to tread the uplands of your bower
not trenches of infernal sleep..
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