Is there politics
seeping out of everything
throbbing like a pulse
hovering as hawks
enlisting children to war
reasoning as men
each death in valor
praised to the hilt, swords held high
ordains each nation
lifts it from the stench
in order to glorify
trembling, shaking hands
if witnessed, old men
creak in their weak joints and bones
simmers, the watched pot
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