No, there are no words to stop me now.
You've hit a nerve and this will never cease.
The waves will flow as long as I allow,
Drawing closed the last remnants of peace.
Collect the falling embers in a cup:
Alms for poor and destitute, while kings
Tear the walls and raise the warriors up.
Tears of widows--who perceives such things?
Oh no: here comes the fog of war and trial,
Carried in on words from my own tongue.
Softly come the vultures. For awhile
Rain has washed the land and made it young.
Take your words of war, without effect,
And know that knowing war my heart is wrecked.
postscript
Day 27 of NaPo. We are getting so close.