Each line of this poem pairs three small words with the word "war," and each pair names a different kind of conflict. The poem gives no explanation, so the reader has to fill in the gaps. "Lone stone war" might suggest a single act of violence, or one person alone with a rock. "State fit war" hints at war as something a government finds suitable or even necessary. "Own pain war" could be a private struggle inside a person. "Old ore war" points toward fighting over resources, buried in the ground.
The later lines feel more openly bitter. "Lord Chance war" suggests that luck, not reason, decides who suffers. "Heat hate war" joins anger and fever. The last line, "news night war," brings war into the living room, something watched on screen after dark.
The speaker never states a feeling, but the clipped, almost chant-like rhythm makes the mood weary and cold. War seems to come in many forms, and the repetition suggests it never really stops.