Untitled

The war intrudes on our brains only lightly,
And its ravages--savage and unsightly--
Are reflected in prices and travel troubles,
Mere nuisances, minor burstings of bubbles.
Hard to equate with demolished quarters,
Loss of life, orphaned sons and daughters,
Chaos, anger, desperation, and grief.
With blinders on, we chew our beef,
Curse the expense, but stick to our habits
And snooze in our holes like witless rabbits.
Meanwhile, our leaders pound their chests,
Flap their flags, launch wickeder quests,
For this is a glorious time to bash
And reduce our fellow humans to ash!