Not A Moron but A SIREN.

    Not  A   Moron but  A  SIREN.

 Not on the  Win  of war, but a wail

 on the   senseless killings,

 of painful   shouts and  wounded   screams .

 Not  a luminous   Glory,

 nor  a  Thumbing  Victory,

Nor a successful  pact of  treaty,

Endless volley of thunderstorm

Cannon on their Left,

Cannon on their Right,

A   common  ring of  Banality,

Undaunted  were those ignited

Into the hellish schemes of war,

Into the jaws of Death,

Not  cared to be in

 the throes of Death.

For, Certitude, someone had blundered,

Them, right thinking  hindered.

Honour lies in gunshot,

Honour lies not retreat,

How  to ingrain sanity

In them is out of clarity.