War Poem by Petra Novakova

Feign weakness to lure the enemy in then crush them
Feign disorder to make an opening for their spies
May you bathe in the tears of the fallen women
And your banners rise high above the city walls

Feign strength to keep the enemy away then shush them
Feign knowledge to make them pay for their lies
May you bathe in the blood of the fallen men
And your colors decorate the conquered halls

So says the Book of War - the victory so hollow
Like an autumn leaf - feeding the Earth's marrow
Like a crossbow bent - releasing the first arrow
The war is won when the men mindlessly follow