As a soldier it waits, a faithful slave
To come to the rescue of thought and deed
Pushing love aside it takes command
Up front and center it takes a stand
All thought censored, imposed
Without sensing plaintive cries
It takes hold of the master
Bringing ideals not understood
Save for the master's mind
The day of the soldier
Its time in decline
Will give way to reason
With love riding foremost
On strong legs of caution
Understanding in line.
Anger has come
To the end of its time

Wayne Anthony