Sense Sonnet - Acher

 The Little Peace

To all the armies you command

You sang of The Great War with me,

As though a strategy you planned

To gain a lot of sympathy.

You claimed you fought in name of right

Accusing me of doing wrong,

To justify why we did fight.

As some martyr you sang your song.

You admitted that I reached out

For hand in hand to love once more.

Sang you surrendered but with doubt

If we would survive The Great War.

Both broke that treaty we did sign.

You went your way and I went mine.