Count no prize in my purloin deeds.
I will recede me such fads of vile
Triumphs warlike wars inhabit.
'Tis not virtue and victory I feign
My powers to loathe vitrolics.
Much as my science do to explore
This fair tryst to some open parley
Wherein virtue itself of victory must
applaud. This my war, this my arms,
War like wars shall ever war.
© Ken Orlene Tari