War Is A Staircase






The first step is
"A shot of whiskey"
Quick
Strong
Confident
Hell bent to be well spent
Fast as a thistle
Sharp as a missile
A nothing thing
A bee's sting
The second step is
"A jog in the park"
Energizing, revitalizing
All the feet are falling freely
All those feet are smelling sweetly
All the sights are happy to see me
And it's going to be such sweet therapy
The third step is
"A company meeting"
The air is tense and the air is wary
The chairs are comfy but that's quite temporary
Everyone has their agenda and their gender
and the odds are on the biggest spender
The fourth step is
"A knife in the dark"
It's a downhill climb and gravity wins
A punishment for all those unviewable sins
Lines are cut into the sand
and flesh is rather in demand
Rips and tears and horrid stares
as the blood is shed
and all light has fled
The fifth step is known as
"The morning of mourning"
as the victors bury
their adversary
and the broken hills cry
under the bandaged sky