This complex and painfully ironic poem is built on the underlying metaphor that compares successful men in war to an unsuccessful man in love. A prevailing theme of this expansive exploration of "Bloody mistakes; / Slimed with victories over the lesser," is justice versus injustice. The purpose is to use irony and many many illustrations to point out that war is madness. The topic then is the madness of war and is approach from myriad illustrative angles.
Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
Because your father tumbled in the yellow
Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
War is kind.
"Have you ever made a just man?"
"Oh, I have made three," answered
"But two of them are dead,
"And the third--
"And you will hear the thud of his defeat."