"Cry 'Havoc!', and let slip the dogs of war."
Spoken by Marc Anthony in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar
the dogs of war slipped newly loosened leashes
their flea infested manes run stained with blood
they roam the countryside, depraved and vicious
leave grimy, mangy paw prints in the mud
yet every one of these was once a puppy
so cute that smiles break out and hearts soon melt
a mischievous and joyous ball of happy
and now a skull and bones dressed in a pelt
what spawns a dog of war from such beginnings
is there an inner flaw, a well bred trait
how narrowly do men define their winnings
how unconditional, how raw their hate
a dog of war is surely man's best friend
devoted, loyal, faithful till the end
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