After fuddled in thought,
Around 12 a.m.,
In the serene night
I depleted my thought
Which was flitting through my mind.
My thought I proffered no ears
But nature reasoned with me.
It was just like a cannikin tipsy with water
And then disgorged.
Night piggybacked me
Decoying me to drift off
And letting me not to take to heart
The scene of dratted, bloody war —
Which my eyes caught
In the placid gyring screen
(Men were moved to war)
What stirred men to bloody war ?
What impelled men to gyre in war ?
In the serenity perception of mind
Heart will proffer them answer
After the taste of juicy ZOBO-BLOOD
Running spill from their heart.