Hear the heart beat drums of war.
Notes to end,
Our lives too poor.
Head the heavy masts ahead.
Stab the sunrise,
Less be dead.
Litter the lines with more than men.
Hold your breath,
Don’t count to ten.
Sail the stars as fears take flight.
There will be none,
no lovers tonight.
Seed our sorrows in ruins of some.
Their hearts are gone,
The war is won.
Isaac Olajos
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