Outside Lies The Serpent Poem by Juan Arabia

Outside lies the serpent, seething along the unchanged path.
With rules within rules, now dying by hat.

With kings and paupers sharing a common hate, similar sneers,
With the same common interests in the war.

This is the only war. And it never ceases.
In the past countries held that rules would lead to new worlds —

Yet nowadays war wears an individual face.
So with it the serpent swells.

Much like jargon, a penitentiary,
the whole air of the forest in roaring rains.