The hunger of all man began,

When first the blood of man

In rivulets the earth to star

And fertilized the seed fear.

Perfection ~ or extinction seems

To cause the great gaunt gold of war

To smite his shield and call for more

Of bloodshed, screaming writhing pain

That dwells, so royally to reign,

O’er all this far flung soil whose crust

Knows not an inch removed from rust

Caused only by the blood of men

Who spurn their God, and seek the den

Of fear, of pain, of violent death

The maw from which exudes foul breath

The dank enormity of which is stacked

With mute grey bones of pillaged sacked

And ruined lives ~

By StfSgt. E. C. Nightingale