This war, with allies unified
(reminds of German genocide),
leaves mandates, empty, purified,
(as human flesh is nullified),
enticing persons (pale, blue eyed,
through which their minds are calcified
by factoid news that helps misguide
while public critique's stultified)
to let this evil beast abide
(where once the Son was crucified)
with ârules-based-orderâ magnified
(and base inhuman rights applied).
A damning fact thatâs oft denied
(like truthers thoughts demonified,
interred by âfree pressâ, mummified,
or elsewhere where the truth can hide):
âavoiding worldwide suicide
means needless wars must soon subsideâ
(and death no longer multiplied).
Well, those in power (those who rule),
ignore all legal ridicule
(when blocking water, food, and fuel),
think killing kids is kinda cool
(no need for crib nor crèche nor school,
although the UNOâs judged it cruel),
deplete the dams to fill their pools
(the dregs that died of thirst were fools -
they shouldâve drunk the sewersâ gruels),
devise the New World Orderâs rules
(to âfixâ the foreignerâs âfamily jewelsâ).
They fight for land (claim self defense)
against the population (dense
confined behind a wired fence -
so none should really take offense
when crimes in crimson recommence
with fortunes made at their expense).
Some say the body countâs immense
(but who keeps tabs when times are tense?)
in any case no consequence
(those claiming moral precedence
forgive the fiends forever hence),
for justice is but pure pretense
(and nevermore makes any sense)
in deadly days of decadence.
With bombs they teach âwhatâs yours is mineâ
(results, when greed and graft combine
destroying peace and Palace, fine).
Between the sands and salty brine
somehow survivors come to dine
(with grub served in the firing line)
and lose the thing some think divine
(we all have one, though cats count nine,
the Lord says âtake not whatâs not thineâ),
as life and dying intertwine.
A passing dove once watched and cried
âWhy canât these lands be pacifiedâ
(and not expunged or liquefied),
to which a raving raven sighed
âThe goalâs that foes be rarifiedâ
(yeah, something like a genocide);
the wizened owl said this implied
âIf each one hates the other side
the final endâs humanicideâ
(a well kept secret, classified).
âOf courseâ the top paid hawks replied
(yes, leaving high ideals aside,
and politicians gratified,
and no one dead indemnified).
In future days (when presentâs past,
no longer split by class or caste)
will folks look back, with eyes aghast
(at all the horrors weâve amassed
and witnessed real time, telecast)
and ask themselves, with eyes downcast,
(if, once again, the die were cast)
âHmm, would I be enthusiastâ
(supporting crimes that flabbergast)
âor else, perchance, iconoclastâ
(be harried, hounded and harassed)
âor just stand by until the last?â
(as little kids are starved or gassed)?
Afterword
Although this topicâs dreadfully vast,
Iâm stopping now, my time has passed
(outside, the world is overcast,
expecting soon the end-time blast).
