12 War

Incremental building, 

War feels power,

But justice rides fear.

Frustrations blaze,

The mind cannot steer clear,

A jettison continues.

When light falls sharply,

The resulting brevity heightens the mood,

Placid in piety.

We all send our hearts out,

But never find our stead,

Instead we feel soulless,

To think that this has been.