Wordsmiths of War

How many now have died from the stroke of come fools pen?

How many are still to be killed, the only question “When”.

The powers in this world today have forgotten you and me;

we’ve loosed the chains on the Wars Wordsmiths now they are set free.

destruction now rains on humanity’s head

from bureaucrats at desks – braindead.

No more the facts that we once heard;

now only the lies – the twisted word.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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