War And Peace Poem by MBJ Pancras

Unpleasantly she eats unpleasant cake;
It's a war against war;
Every piece she bites, the rhythm of peace turns ‘rhythm less'.
There from an edge of the balcony he sings pathetically,
She wages war ‘gainst the cake;
He makes peace with his song.
There are found some crumbs of the cake;
And there is heard a tinge of melody in his notes.
The war takes place in the drawing room;
The song of peace is heard from the edge of the battlefield.
There is seen a bard with his mighty marker,
And his scribbling is like ‘frying fire';
But his caricature is ‘dumb-show',
And he writes ‘War and Peace'.