War

Before the guns and bombs were made the clubs and fists were swung names for numbers now we trade the senseless turned all numb crumbled blocks broken down create, destroy, rebuild a three ringed circus paints a town the crop gives up its yield when fields demark a hospital operations carry hope what's kept for some is lost for all descent, a slippery slope the yoke is held on common ground the round encasement smoked logic is stuck on what was found when starched and staunch men spoke to quote with quaint eloquence will mask whose fate was sealed an absence of benevolence when truths have been revealed.