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An Untankful Poetic Truce

In another life  

There was a strife  

Angry like the frustrated wife  

Embarked on  

By those who enjoy a con  

‘Invade’ my enemy did say  

“You are going to pay!” 

Wanting it their way 

But I retaliate  

Over this immature hate  

Getting the message straight  

“This was not my fault 

What you throw on with your salt 

Yes, I have caught  

This ugly rash  

Bottom line someone wants cash” 

For centuries we have not gotten along  

And that you my neighbor is very wrong  

Here sit down and may we talk  

You seem tired from that untankful walk  

Through bitter cold wintry snow  

“How much do you really know?”  

Put down that thing  

Which you use to do your shooting  

Call you royal King  

And proclaim ‘Let us put an end  

Does everyone comprehend  

The strategy of starting to defend  

As a peaceful mend  

To send  

Our feelings  

Sometime shrouded in madness is the dealing  

Sort it out over a delightful conversation  

Then put away the distrust we are raisin  

Dear Sir,  

Warmed by the animal fir  

My invader  

To in the future, I will cater  

What do you want from me?  

Your resentment since I am free  

Wanting to do  

Under my own rule  

Educated after studying in school  

What is going on? 

A true defense to your con  

You walk behind that tank  

A job to put money in the bank  

Snow in your eyes  

Reasons you were giving were all lies  

But what do you want from me? 

To see  

What my country would be  

I cannot let you proceed  

At this degree  

My friends are coming  

And I am not going to do any running 

While looking into the mirror  

An answer made it clearer  

From my parental guide  

Who truly tried  

Taking a stand  

During a diplomatic jam  

Long ago  

Surviving the snow  

That you today walk in  

Thinking you will win  

Using the tank  

Feeling forceful having a rank  

Here I sit  

Using poetic wit  

Putting words down  

Not an angry sounding frown  

Instead, an honest tone  

Thoughtful message thrown as a bone  

For you to chew on  

Thinking before you con  

It is time we find trust  

This is something we must  

Agree upon  

Before waving the wand  

Magically diffusing this frightful bomb  

It has been so many years  

So many tears  

Should not this all be discussed over beers  

In the garden  

Resulting in a pardon 

I am done spinning  

I hope you are grinning  

About the battle you are waging  

Forcing everyone to be engaging  

In the end  

I hope my words did mend  

And can comprehend  

My poetic yarn  

I wrote on the farm  

In the barn  

That is special to me  

For no fee  

Only to decree  

Stopping the untankful exercise  

That is not a surprise  

A March built on lies  

Not very wise  

Due to the number of dead  

That is said  

Instead  

Let us wed  

A marriage  

Celebrated in a carriage  

Uniting happy thoughts  

Sharing what we have been taught  

Humanity lets us all  

Answer the call  

Protecting each other  

While preserving the earth which belongs to Mother

Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2022

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