Your words bang hard against the unwritten Wind,
Uncontrolled souls explode; destroying others within
Una voce. With one voice.
Searching frantically, identity lost in the Air
Your tongue slaps the stranger; now all gather there
Vinculum unitatis. The bond of unity.
In anger the Angel spits streams of Fire
She swings at the world; opportunity tires
Status quo ante bellum. State before the war.
Unbridled words; foundations lay Earth
Reasoning lost. The war is now birthed.
Vae victis! *Woe to the conquered!
Copyright Lori Jean Vance 02/10/2011