War

In the cuneiform-ed  state

After mime

The weight of words

Was lessened by

Things not heard

But by things seen

So in time, mime

Was replaced by

Picturesque rhymes

Communication

Was enhanced 

Moving from a

Grunt and a glance

As it advanced

It gave ideas a chance

To grow and be 

Exchanged

But in a different

Exchange

Hands became 

Tired and sore

Creative weapons

Changed to 

Tools of war

As battle lines

Are drawn in

The sand and 

In the mind

Mime over time

Started learning the

Language of

War

Now you and I are

In our primitive state

We still communicate

Like that

Our expressions

Form like cuneiform 

As we resort back

To those primitive states

The way we now 

Communicate

SEE

I was not part of 

The conversation

 As the equation

Was only divisible

By one, that means

You

Not me which makes

Everything to be

Unequally

Like Pi but not I

In the affirmative

But we are in 

The negative

I was never

The subject

So conjugation

And being a

Verb and how

Things are heard

Never appealed

To you, which 

Made me feel

Like nothing

Except

To do what 

I know best

Cover my chest

Draw a line

In the sand

And understand

That there will 

Be no talking

Any more

As we resort

Back to our

Primitiveness 

Speaking

The language

of

WAR