Disgorge the land, unload the ship, and take
the old and new to keep. For down they went
the rich and poor, all good all bad, all dead.
We pound our drum we beat our chest, the lost
are done so eat the corn. My heart, your heart
is not to care, the Gods are one and that
is good, so go and yell the news, we won
the war is done and peace begun. It might
be peace to us; to them no peace is won
no cake is cut no war is done, oh well!
Copyright © Dan Helppi | Year Posted 2014
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