WAR BELL
The white tower transmits the ringing
a snake tenses it's tongue
hidden in an upset jar.
Two people call for help.
Everything is political war.
voices singing.
One flag to cover you, laid down in defeat.
This one to entice you, laid down at your feet.
Five brutal years
and the ripeness goes sour in a man.
There is no stone more precious.
Than the desire to avenge the innocent.
There is no sky more brilliant.
Than a morning of a traitors death.
And there is no health on earth
While butchers can be pardoned
-Paul Eluard
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