Monday, January 18, 2016


"In vino veritas."  Plato

We send our youth to war
For our imperial designs
They return broken
Their wounds unrecognized
Their sorrows unspoken
We as much take the gift from the vine
The finest vintage year
The most prized creation
And pour it out 
Upon the floor
Ridding ourselves
Of the finest vintage
The abomination is
We've wasted it
Treated it with foolishness
The most cherished wine
Ignored, untasted
The chosen generation
Broken and wasted

In wine there is truth
Let us not waste that truth