The Violins play for Violence

There's too many kings
for a couple of peasants
The Indian chief
wants to take all the
presents / Everyone
wants what is best
for himself
Nobody wants to help
out the rest of the
world
-                                -
Well, I'm done
I'm through with this
selfish life
Let it be known that
I'm going alone
with a knife
to the gunfight
-                                -
Break true!!!
to the world inside
my mind!!!
is a waste of time
The reaper climbs over
the battlefield
And he comes at me
I can see the
thrill of the kill
in his eyes
But he's so blind!!!
Killing everything
in his path!!!
the vicious aftermath!!!
come clean to the
distant past!!!
-                                -
And violins play
for the violence
Violins play for
the VI | O | Lence!!!
And pianos talk
to the weak
Drums beat the
rhythm / the
drums beat the
rhythm for
the death of a
nation the drums
beat the rhythm
of war!
-                                -
I think too many
nations have gone
where no man ever
should go
To the depths of
Hell they send
their soldiers
Tell them to
pack up and just
go home
The violins play for
the violence
The drums beat
the rhythm
of war
-                                -
Well, I'm done
I'm through with this
selfish life
Let it be known that
I'm going alone
with a knife
to the gunfight

Reviews

[H.]

How so very...Well, let's keep it clean for the site. Very masculine of you, though. And what's wrong with having a masculine mindset? It must be had--it is essential for balance in hte macrocosm.

That rhytm you start out with is amphibrach. Yes, I looked that up. Unstressed-stressed-unstressed. It felt a bit like one of my poems for a second. You know how fond I am on three-syllable feet.

This really brings up that conversation we had about the collective atrophy of the human race through technology. Wonder if you allude to that...