The water is Still and Sparkling

the AC is silent as dust,

tame media outlets remarking

which one of these suits can we trust?

 

The translators verbose and inventive

sit idly waiting on words,

a settlement holds no incentive

so enthused, they resolve to throw curbs.

 

Front lines are bloody and broken,

of talking, there’s none to be heard…

you’re dead or you’re merely a token

of losses already incurred.

 

They’ll talk while the bloods bleeding out,

and they’ll dine while the metal’s in flight

despite all of the peace that they spout,

they’ll steer clear from the fray of the fight.