I thought the entering knife was bad

until I saw a bullet wound,

photographed in black and white

as when a life is ripped apart.

 

In the darkness of emotion

held securely in case of threat,

lies the answer to man's endeavour

for war to drive the body apart.

 

Such is the game that pulls men in

with all the weight of industry behind,

all its trickery and enterprise

justified by dreams and lies.