Politics of Sacrifice Quinns

Politics of Sacrifice

Gentlemen, I’ve lost my brother to a madness,
A madcap vernal fellow wangled to wildness,
By political rhetorics hinged on his undue ire,
A senseless call to action, to step into a fire.

To bleed stringing a schemer’s instrument,
To string us to a fate of grim bereavement,
To eerie memories of him writhing in pain,
Forgotten, crawling, dying, fighting in vain.

For agonists and erists who by night fete,
Heads and hands of the fallen at their feet,
Names and characters fading into oblivion,
Plotting a via media for their absolution.

And come tomorrow, today all forgotten,
We shall dance on the graves of the fallen,
To the hawkishness ‘n politics of sacrifice,
Until next when the bloodlust shall suffice.
©Quinns