Dogs of War

Lend an ear friend,
For thy well I speak.
Ever was there such a thing,
Prickling the very center,
Of focus and self-content.

Tried to banish it,
As thou thought thou might,
With actions of the tongue.

The given remedy was said,
To be spoken words to a kind,
Understanding heart.

But done that thou has,
Not to one but many a ten,
And still the core pricks.

I have learned,
Only action may cure,
This terrible unease.

Pretty words and kind tones,
Just lavish decorum,
Cure lies simply in action.

Face thy malady with a straight back,
Stand tall proud, with courage,
Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.