I think not for splendor or gain,
Nor for the spoils of war.

I fight afloat on an effortless wave, 
Fed fabrication as nutrients. 

Taught principles kin to,
As not to figet near flame. 

Stocked on shelves for the masses.
I refuse to buy.

Least in the light,
Shall I spit out the spoon. 
To attack that which put it there. 

I fight not for splendor or gain,
Nor the spoils of war.