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Feb 2022
so starts sorrow, so starts pain,
wounded victims, despot's gain,
as world stands with hand on hip,
vainly mouthes with tongue and lip,
shakes its head in mock horror
while the MILLIONs flee in terror
while the bombs shake the ground
pulverise all life around
slaughter, slay, pointless carnage,
innocent people thrown as garbage
sacrificed because the world
did nothing as evil unfurl'd

as the evil with smile as slit
threw on fire the holy writ
rubbed his hands with glee 'n spit
pushed the Earth closer to pit

nobody believed what he said
nobody envisioned the world as dead
for the world has not yet learnt
history's lessons though thrice been burnt

for the avarice cries give, give, give,
does not suffer for others to live
only when all reigns silent
in self-destruction of all things violent
when a handful's left to grieve
the smouldering remains of man's bereave
when the final bomb's exploded
all false riches 'n drive for power,
when all dignity's been eroded
in humanity's final hour,
will they finally join hands in mirth
will there finally be peace on earth[?]
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
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Written by
David R  UK
(UK)   
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