Tease

Look around you, man of war, see souls perish by the score,
cannon fodder, more fall, more, decimating human store
‘til winner’s word armed peace restore.

Look around you, man of peace, we the multitudes increase –
until Nature’s sword, disease, decrees disordered growth should cease
and then the hungry hordes decrease.

Man at peace, or Man at war, both bring werewolf to the door,
but once defeated, this is sure, to primacy one may instore
the other till the wheel keels o’er.

One would appease, the other, he’s wrathful, ruthless as Ares.
One incarnates Socrates immortalized in Grecian frieze,
the other – all men’s enemies!

Is existence one great tease? Where’s the wood and where the trees?
Who the pattern’s mysteries may unwind, - activities
self-defeating fallacies, ambitions and activities,
one part frees, one part freeze, emotions, efforts, ecstacies?
All spins between two poles and these care less for Man than for his fleas.

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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