the arguments of princes

this is the time when words fall thick and flat
onto the boards and we are fed with hate
until it seems that time itself is late
and anger knows full well that soon combat
must happen here not as a simple spat
the sort of thing that children might create
but a full fledged artillery debate
the armies have to meet and that is that
those who expect that peace comes from good art
learn from our actions that when bullets fly
it never matters what the cause or reason
there's a false worm within each human heart
that gets its purpose from each deadly lie
and feeds on blood that is always in season