All war is over the second it begins
History records that finite second of cessation
All war begins merely to end
All war is the end-game unto itself
What I write is heretical
The truth always is until it outlives the lie.
All war is an over-run
All war is an over-draft on someone else’s Life
All war is always in somebody else’s face, not yours or mine
All war is an indelicate fact of Life
If you’re prepared to surrender never go to war.
Wanted: one true hypocrite who will step up to History’s worn-out plate
A reliable general who knows the truth will never set him free
A syncophant master-sargeant convinced that might is never right and it’s his only path forward
A lieutenant corporal who never took religion to the battlefield and never found it there, either.
What’s Life got to do with it
What’s freedom got to do with it
What’s liberty got to do with it
What’s the pursuit of happiness got to do with it?
Problem with all war
Finite few pay an incalculable price relative the enormity of the benefit to the world writ-large
That never engages
War costs lives
Tell me that jackpot debt is always worth paying
Debt of service, Debt of gratitude.
Tale spinners bring on the burn bins,
Incinerators and disintegrators
War ain’t what you think it is
It’s mankind’s X-ray for a dis-ease not yet curable
War is always a pyrhhic victory in search of Sankalpa.
31 August, 2021