“Friends, be men; have a care for the spirit of heart-resented Ares;
Hector rallying Trojan troops before battle – Illiad Book 15 Homer
Of victors’ worth is nothing but one at the other,
Though we are less by bounds than stones.”
Enyo – listen carefully
I have to retire
Trully
I’ll take off
That silly attire
And back off
There’s life on Mars
Specially for
God-like Ares
After all that farce
I lay down the flag of a boar
And all the battle-banners
There’s life there
For sure
Void of excitement
And Flair
Demure
Denying Godly entitlement
Quite bare
But that is my need
My fast
My Good Friday’s mock grave
However aghast
Repentance for greed
For being too brave
For trying to love
Instead of waging war
Enyo you’re not
A loving dove
Nor me being no more
An amorous idiot
We’re creatures created
For fighting
For spilling mixed-human blood
Kindness leaves us frustrated
We’re care for no-person liking
Revived if being spat
At
When found in non-conflict zone
That disorient us and confuse
With lack of another opponent
Without any postponement
With no wish to postpone
We’ll start each other abuse
And I for love was hoping
Like teenage moronic pair
Lousy picture of beasts
Dragons born in the East
In sweet love each other groping
In their cosy lair
There is on Mars some kind
Of life
Though lonely, cold and boring
Adrenaline boost can’t you find
No fights, no strife
No party gets dubbed as warring
There where I have to run
Ther where I’m going alone
Even if I love Thee
On feeling guilty spree
From Thee I got me ban
Sentence as cold as stone
Let it be
And let see
If there on Mars on my own
Can I chastise and change?
Or will I start a war?
On myself
In revenge
For love again wasted
For love again not tasted
It always is a war…