A Truth So Telling

Pardon me, but I beg to disagree...and
Am not alone. There's a truth, so telling
In your pronouncement that came rather
Prematurely. It speaks of a victory so
Hollow and shallow--I saw it in the wry
Smile on your face. And I feel your pain.
It is written in blood and in the wind
Blowing hard--down south (of the house) that
War is on still, and will be raging even
More, am afraid, 'til "there's real
Setting right, the wrong by addressing
The wrong--head on."
The headless bodies, or if you will,
The bodyless heads and the captives
And their families are crying for justice.
And I agree with 'em. Justice must be rendered.
Will there be real victory if the enemy's cause
Is lost? And in victory (I pray), will there be
Dancing in the streets when death is right inside
The house of one family of brothers and sisters?