Oh that it were not war today,
For war has stolen many horses,
Enough to say of them and not their feeble men
Who ride them, who sleep upon them,
Who defile them in sport for feeble more.
Horses, flowing things from godly hands,
Will march too like soldiers to a field,
Don helmets for the cause,
Huff to give chase,
And when the whip crosses them
They stride in full.
And they wonder for what their god has made them -
Made them for war
For the weak and the weaker.
For any one but themselves.
War is horses and horses and horses
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