A revised version of one of the earlier pieces (posted October 2003 under one of my AKA), for want of something...
The undead echos
of rumors of war...
Now unsung heros
in perpetual war...
Stench of bloody odor
and smoky gunpowder
A pall covers all over
Death grows louder...
In this most modern space age
In this most civilized universe
Old empires continue the rage
Riding the everlasting curse
Ole pipes o'peace sing no more
Just the incessant marching beat
Of cleverly hidden drums of war
And of jackbooted marching feet
Aye!...the pipes o'peace are silent
As the incessant marching beat
Gets more and all the more violent
Urge on jackbooted marching feet
The cleverly hidden drums of war
Beat relentlessly for more wars
The blood thirsty vampires gather
To feast off the innocent sheeple
Vultures and birds of prey hover
To profit off the carnage inevitable
There are great councils of war
Convened secretly on roundtables
Nobles secretly discuss more wars
In ivory towers, mansions, castles
Chariots harnessed to iron horses,
Warships of the seas, those flown,
Fueled, canons loaded, rain distress
To the ever bloody wartorn warzone
Warriors in battle dress and gear;
sophisticated military hardware
Seem stout hearted without fear,
Yet secretly tremble in terror
Some group around the campfires,
innocent youthful flowers of manhood,
ready for the sacrificial bloody alters
of the battlefield for the 'common good'
All to maintain the diabolical racket
of the Babylonian pyramid scheme
Where the scales remain uneven,
tilted the wrong way and mean...
...Manguini-nambis...calling from the South Seas...