To War! (Edit #1)

[Brownlie]

First edit: (should I keep the third stanza?)

The creaking shadows of dominion's shore,
Move again! Like long lost lore.
The stirring death of your grandfather's war,
Will return! To new heights of gore.

The lightning's crack and thunder's roar,
At war! Are we once more.
The brandishing knives and uniforms tore,
For country! Cries the ignorant corp.

A vain full charge for a vain full day,
Hearken, friend! We've the fray.
To punish them for the brothers they slay,
On our bodies! Will theirs lay.

Original:

The creaking shadows of dominions shore,
Move again! Like long lost lore.
The stirring death of your grandfathers war,
Will return! In multiples of gore.

The lightnings crack and thunders roar,
At war! Are we, we once more.
The brandishing knives and uniforms tore,
For country! Comes the ignorant corp.

It is doubtless that some will debate what the poet's place in society will be. Some may see the poet as an idealist while others may contend everything has already been said. War seems to be a savage drum that keeps being pounded. If only we, as humans, could escape the doldrum beat of war...Obviously, my senses are moved by drugs but my sentiments might have value