Axis & Allies - damowords

The Thirty Years War
As shepherds find pockets of anxious sheep
Pull from the flock, & Rajput palaces
Crumble with time, & when the pathway steep
Descends from pinnacles & promises;
Colossal Spain,
Catholic continent,
Lay challenged in her reign by northern protestant.
& so the great death‐time begun
Spoken across gypsy palms,
These phrenzied wars of religion
Only spilling blood becalms,
Bouyʹd up by Aztec bullion,
Germany up in arms ‐
As three hundred petty princes squabble
Handsome burghers turnʹd to brick & rubble.
The treaty of Westphalia
Ends three decades of wars,
When Europa has together
Made conflict cause‐by‐cause,
Prussian gentry muses, ʺThis is not peace but more a pause.ʺ
Berlin
1648
Nervous World
Masticating mellifluous parley,
Men praise war & its pale, auspicious strain,
Proving keystones of mortal history,
Even the New World forced to know its bane.
Setting the scene
For godless, global rage,
Deep things to be & been must pass upon this page.
The world has sewn its seeds of woe
In the fertile bed of time,
Every one a weeping willow
Every one commits a crime,
Ye free men of the future show
Thro prose or rosy rhyme,
How great world war was always meant to be
For we have always worshipt destiny!
Warsaw, Berlin, Paris, Moscow,
Valetta, Washington,
Brussels, Cairo, Rome, Tokyo,
Vienna & London,
Pace round peace, this wolfish pack, approaching
Armageddon.
Earth
1656