My Odyssey? Solution to the war.

I steered the Argo into stormy sea,

perhaps I should have lingered on the shore...

they tried to sink my ship and murder me.

A frowning centaur carried me away,

I had no right to question history.

A mighty army strove to win the day,

bombarding me with cannonballs of doubt,

exploding all the words I couldn't say.

I told the Brigadier I wanted out,

they stood me at the wall for treason's sake,

then waited for the Corporal to shout...

he choked upon a piece of layer cake.

I got away and joined the Underground,

we waited in our bunker for the quake,

I flew, but burning sun was all I found,

the President impeached me: "Can't you walk?".

He bought my ashes - fifty bucks a pound.

I'd like to stop the war but always baulk,

a Trojan Horse is watching like a Hawk.