Poetry

by Pete Holly

Lies,Please tell them to me-
I want to hear thier Wantoness-

Be Weak-I've enough strength-
for marching off to War-

Let me Slay your enemies-
My pleasure for your desire-

My soldiers rank brings me to the front,
I'll fight on every shore and spill my Blood-
into the Sea,
Lies,they appear to be closer to
the truth-that what is said-
To me-