Fleece
As the salvo to parry any blow
succumbs to a deserted battlefield;
what does a warrior do who doesn't know
the war is over and it's time to yield?
The gusto of engagement stirs the thrill
for one final conquest; one final kill!
That last valiant stand is more grave to keep
than slowly wane supine among the sheep.
I canvassed the landscape for upheaval
that needed my sacred call to duty,
but witnessed a warm, sanguine primeval
extolling the virtues of grace and beauty!
The boredom from this unruffled assault;
the pallor of repose leaves who at fault?
If victory (or loss) conclude the fight,
why end the battle that makes war so trite?
I cry, “Is there a battle needing fought”?
The notion is pensive:
the struggle likely for naught.
A worthy offensive
will all the same
bring me no shame!
My Casus Belli is against this peace:
war IS the answer; and ultimate fleece!
Casus Belli
: an event or action that justifies or allegedly justifies a war or conflict
Copyright © Larry Smith | Year Posted 2009
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