Why do we wait
With hopes held up
By fading memories
I wish I knew
For I wished away
The last of those feelings
Yet they persist
Their thrill long gone
They’re taunting
My senses perceive
The lack of relief
Waiting for all to pass
Mind over matter
For the purpose of power
Where the show of brute force
Makes the man of the hour
Yet the day’s always won
By the cognitive act
The one thought ahead
That keeps life intact
A king and his general discussed the ways of war in the quiet quarters of a far eastern palace.
The king questioned his general about his ways of making warriors and challenged him to make an army out of 180 courtesans.
The courtesans were lined up and the general ordered them to take a step to the left. They giggled and remained where they stood so he repeated his order and again they giggled without moving.
The king in turn started to laugh until the general took two of the courtesans and severed their heads then repeated his order which was executed without hesitation.
I found my honour with those men of war
Who drowned in blood not knowing what for
Where the price of life is less than lead
Where orders from the wallet
Take life
Then stack the dead
But they fought for the Man
Standing by their side
And valued their life
More than they valued their pride
Knowing the enemy
They could not kill
Was holding the wallet
Making blood spill
