While steroid saturated soldiers clash
The owl of Minerva spreads her dark wings
Wagered, won and lost are oceans of cash
While wisdom circles in widening rings
Conspiratorial whispers arise
A lovely songstress is rumored to be
One soldier’s paramour but, in disguise
A puppet of deep state chicanery
Meanwhile, Minerva’s feathered avatar
Wonders where Achilles and Hector are?
Long ago, battles left many a scar
To sort out who the most virtuous are
No longer do we do battle for gods
We worship filthy lucre and make odds
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D. J. Reddall
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Comments (5)
Beautiful. I love it!
Minerva made me think of McGonagall from Harry Potter hehehe. Loved your poem!
Ooh, this one is excellent.
💓Brilliant poem! 💓
Superb. Seems apt.