Make War

The Battle of Alexander at Issus (1529) by Albrecht Altdorfer

I’ve read books and heard tell

Of times when men rose and fell

Beside piles of ash and iron

Outside the gates of Hell.

How was it to have felt?

How was it to have knelt

On the neck of evil,

Death swiftly dealt?

We have become the play things

Of countless play things.

With bread in our bellies

We clip our own wings.

Make war with the devil.

Make war on some hill.

Make war with yourself.

Make war, or they will.