Price of War
yet it is the price of war,
though blood does flow,
the bloody more,
mankinds curse is frightening,
and death speaks in the writing,
old Charon pulls the oar,
on the Styx yet evermore,
glazed eyes have coins, providing,
passage by deaths door,
no war is not inviting....
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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