Let the drums begin to beat
hoist the banners, let them soar
hear cadence of the marching feet
because we're going off to war.

Let politicians speak and pose
and bands build fervor in faint heart
as civilians' blood lust grows
ere rifles sing and the tanks start.

Make war look like a noble thing
that it's fought for some great cause
which can be sold as anything
to patriots who never think or pause.

Pitiful mute rocks roll down silently.

Encrusted, seaweed strewn deceptor, friend to siren's call.

A shard granite lump,that lays in ancient loam

My love is like a clear spring day
whose golden sunbeams go their way
then suddenly explode in dew
to sparkle once again like new

Like spotting a quail upon the ground
her young ones following around
with a tiny chirping sound
this bird not sure just where she's bound.

Or spying a small calf just born
a frolicking this sunny morn
crying out with joyful bleat
while running 'round on tireless feet.

Beneath miles of compression, the stone waited to sparkle.

Beneath the covering of moss the stone retired.

She had said she wears 32A
Yet to obtain an A
Never wrote a good essay
Haven't had the right words to say
Getting worried about her pay
Can't even describe her day
Asked him to stay
All she got was an okay
Now she hates schooling
Thinks its boring
Can't even love the morning

She's been forced to do Maths
Not to mention Physics
Followed her mothers dream
Dad said study medicine
She felt like its a sin