A Patriot's Peace

I am strong and don't want to fight
But my cause is just and always right
So hold your tongue and sit tight
As I bark a lot and threaten bite

My cause is true, or so I am told
By those who live within my fold
They buy into the vision foretold
A small price to avoid bitter cold

Wars and bombs and hateful rallies
As we add to death's great tallies
Our war’s judged by chosen allies—
An interminable string of follies

I don't hate, and I am quite kind
But I must sharpen the dull mind—
They who can't seem to clearly find
The simple answer, same as mine

The fools, the fools—ignorant fools!
Can't see the beautiful economic tools
When we all play by war’s simple rules
And let money flow, like warm drool

Until the end—the bitter, simple end—
Where I shall ask for peace, my friend
As if all of this was just for pretend
And not some final, calculated portend

And soon my corpse will sit and rot
On a hill reserved for valor fought
In irony, we all rest in the same plot:
The brave—and the enemy they knew not

Nicholas Campos - June 2025