Triadic Art Reality Ethics Aesthetics

Swords of War

Here’s a song lyric I did ages ago. Not slim enough to be haiku but…

Swords of war are hiding

Beneath the sea

Seeds of death are being sown

Where few can see

Boston to Hawaii

Dakota to the ocean floor

Generals cry peace

And prepare for war

If you’re standing on the watchtower

Bridge

and you see death coming down

and fail to sound a warning

You will bear blame

For the coming rain

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Swords of war

they are always

kept in repair

And the seeds of death

they can always

be anywhere

REPEAT BRIDGE

We will bear blame

for the coming rain