Heart of War

Display of power,
Harmonious shower,
Crumbling like the frail.

Exhalted deeds,
The vagrant leads
The peasants to the grail.

Installed in being,
The majesty’s fleeing
Succumbing to it’s fate.

The sky is falling,
The peasants left crawling
And begging their magistrate.

© 2003 Joe Jenkins

This poem has a moral (surprised?!) – do you get it?