War of Delusion
Chanting: Our dreams are in the fields!
Powered by sprouting egos, we marched.
No longer held to any cross
we climbed down and trumpeted our victory.
Softly though, with whetted cheeks
and loathsome grins, we whispered
that the war was not yet over
and the spoils would be naught but rusty words.
We bared our breasts of hopeless rage,
our long shadows trailing fearfully behind,
knowingly forecasting their future:
burial beneath the corpses of our pride.
Came the orders for the cowards:
Lay low the captains of our trust!
At long last we began the retreat,
covering the ground with rivers of broken morals.
Though in plain sight, we failed to see
the object of our imminent demise:
the terrible shield maiden of treachery
and her scornful hound of gluttony.
The battle was over as it had begun,
with the sad remnants of our honor
scampering gleefully into cages
constructed of our twisted truths.
Comments
AUTHORToo true Xstatic, thank you. The same goes for wars between relatives.
And the jungles of Viet Nam desert sands of Iraq and mountains of Afghanistan, ad nausea. to be continued, no doubt, these Wars of Delusion.
Excellent work, Ryan.
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It is Grace. It took me a few days, but I finally figured this one out myself.
The symbolism is there, and interesting choice in that last image. Had to look at it for a while.
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Thank you Whonu. You are definitely correct in your assessment, but, as with many of my writings, I have yet to figure out what this opiece is really about. I am quite sure there is a great deal of symbolism in here.
Thanks for this strong and emotionally charged work, and it is a message told down through the ages, those from the fields of Roman legions to the Halls of Montezuma. In the end, the terrible maiden of treachery baring her false shield of light, accompanied by her frothing hound of gluttony, to betray the day, and leading all astray. Thanks for this fine revelation to the hounds of war. whonunuwho
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