A weak and vacillating man,
one vain and narcissistic ,
once drew a line upon the sand
with consequences cataclysmic.
Now some will say
the line’s been crossed,
while others say not yet.
Intervening in a civil war
won’t end without regret.
Relentlessly his minions beat
the drums and call for war.
Propagandists lionize
Their would be king once more.
In Austria, Franz Ferdinand
is stirring in his crypt.
Entangling alliances-
It seems I’ve read this script.
Now if the lights go out again
as they have dimmed before
We will not see them lit again
If we blunder into war.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
A weak and vacillating man,
one vain and narcissistic ,
once drew a line upon the sand
with consequences cataclysmic.
Now some will say
the line’s been crossed,
while others say not yet.
Intervening in a civil war
won’t end without regret.
Relentlessly his minions beat
the drums and call for war.
Propagandists lionize
Their would be king once more.
In Austria, Franz Ferdinand
is stirring in his crypt.
Entangling alliances-
It seems I’ve read this script.
Now if the lights go out again
as they have dimmed before
We will not see them lit again
If we blunder into war.
When one is dead, whether by bomb or gas, one is equally dead. Why should the death by one means be a cause for war when we sat mutely by as the first 100,000 died via conventional means
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