Armies

They used to say it would end all wars
That world-wide calamity;
Then with just a glimpse of history
Prize in hand for peace he planned his war.

And the army, Oh the army
Hushed
Guns behind them,
Motionless, scarcely breathing
Waiting, watching for the moment
Like a house cat waiting
To be a leopard
Leaping.

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