Wholly War

Victory in the martyr's cup
A stolen smile shows him up
Shouting out his orders to his clan:

"You have the right to remain violent.
Anything whatsoever
May be held against you now for any reason.
You have the right to an eternity.
If you can't afford forever
You have the right to be hunted out of season."

The ranks are closed and blooded
And their boots are spic-and-span
Their teeth are showing, but the laughter's canned
The next conquest is coming
And the vanquished understand
St. Thomas of the gutter's iron hand