The Odds Of War Poem by Tony Adah

War is a tradition
It builds other traditions too
I saw human phalanges
In my friend's sauce
He told me that it was a war gain
From the other clan
In that clan a loss
I frowned;
Gooseflesh bumped my skin
I spat out
All the spittle in my mouth.

A though question left his lips
What is the difference
Between this and beef?
I am taken aback
Astounded
Bemused
And numb.

He is my friend
We are in his village
He is near
He is far
At last he came back
With an answer to question,
-morality.