The fiery forge outshines the dawn,
The anvil looms, the hammers beat
As Vulcan pours the form complete
And robots stoke, and tech is born.
On battlefields of death compete
Legions of hate and those who mourn
The loss of peace, and fight to warn:
All victories are bittersweet.
Lame Vulcan dreams that war may cease.
He is the god that Mars betrayed.
He made the tools to build increase.
He heard the fervent prayers we prayed
For husbanding of love and peace.
It was a shield that Vulcan made.
3rd April 2022
