Casually At War

what was a simple misunderstanding,

placed us at opposing ends

of such a petty squabble‐

the crows will sing when

one has reached the bottom of their bottle

oh a symphony to dread‐

instead, why don't we

stop this, war of attrition

where killing softly is a mission,

save our breath, and put to death the flesh's demanding for dissension

put an end to a rivalry,

not after a casualty, but before

why are we-

so casually at war?

tell me-

do you remember, what we're fighting for?

why don't we-

set ourselves free?

from what's waging here,

this is not a waiting game

i'd rather have peace, than stand over the pieces of what used to be

here is not the place for placing blame

why don't we-

clear a new understanding

of equal, and mutual standing

why don't we-

clear up the rubble,

clean up the air

and talk about the trouble

to stop this time of wear

only patience that is worn thin can win,

a war of attrition

we don't need to be,

so casually at war