A War Devined on Paper

Written shameless, Without refrain
Thoughts on Paper, white and plain
Of common things I will maintain
A place to color paper

Of Golds of Reds and Purples deep
Of Mountains high and ridges steep
Of Soldiers fighting for their keep
A place to color paper

Greater things as thoughts unfold
What’s pure and young or wise and old
We write what secrets heaven holds
All to color paper

Tonight I sleep unsoundly, still.
In fear, I learn that words do kill
I see the armies from my hill
Because we colored paper