Iphigenia

I want to know whose war it is
That I have fought without a bruise,
Without a sound, without the news
Of where the breach or the defeat is,
I want to hear the name, the cause
Behind a timeless race which leaves
The best of people on their knees
Or breaks our spirits, without blows…
I thought I’d flee that raging band,
And now their champions hug my knee.
Maestros of the promised land,
You were neither kind nor free,
And you, O lamb of dawn, the hand
That breaks your lily-neck is me.