If the rules are universal
Sure, as the stars above
Perfect and given
Ready to be read
Then all those cruelties
Make no sense
Have no purpose
Other than breaking the rules
Philosophy assures us
That we all have it
The ability to be good
To know the rules
But tell that
To a victim
Waiting to be rescued
Praying for that day of illumination
Those sets of rules
Known to us all
Don’t seem very binding
When push comes to shove
In the middle of the battlefield
There is no place for divine rules
If you want to survive
In this all-going antimony of life
How can it be different?
In a place where
Theory and ideals
Meet in flames
The stars shine on
The bodies lay still
The soldiers, the children
A feast for crows
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