When world war #again
Is a treaty written in headspace
When the titans and the collateral shrapnel
And children hiding in their cocooned mothers lanky grasp
All can relax a little more
Maybe a quiet foxhole
Or a foxy, quiet hole in the corner of an imaginary farmhouse
Might do the trick for where I draw my white flag
Though I can’t say
Cuz i’m unfortunately in world war. again.