Eyes On War
With eyes riveted on War,
You wouldn’t think of The Law
Nor twice look at Rules of Engagement,
Rather baring Teeth of Resentment.
With eyes fastened on War,
One would call A Virgin a Whore:
The one in chastity her best;
The Virgin freshly passed by Hymen Test.
With eyes planted on War,
We work with our worst flaw;
A willingness to waste a man
Or along roads his movements ban.
With eyes trained on War,
You’re to pacifists A Bore:
Forfeiter of one’s chair for the floor;
A demon that mustn’t near their door!
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