Thunder applauds the fury of men
And we, in our grace, take a bow
With knives tucked into our linen.
Appetite coupled with indignation,
Reason exposed to blow after blow,
Thunder applauds the fury of men.
The sword, they say, is lesser than the pen.
They equate. Men control men how?
With “knives” tucked into our linen.
War wages perpetually, to us it deafens.
A sound that makes the titans low.
Thunder applauds the fury of men.
Thoughts that do not align,
Yet treaties are made with countries in tow
With knives tucked into their linen.
Tenderness we do pretend.
Destruction we do allow.
Thunder applauds the fury of men.
(Those) with knives tucked into their linen.
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