NO CHANCE FOR TRUCE

 

No chance for truce

fighting in Serbia and bombs

           hidden away

                in Baghdad

 

Mean old spirited haters

                       of life

            measuring the

                    proficiency

       of their death machines

 

The clichés of society

        and war, war, war

response stymied

             in unspoken protest

 

Bombs ripping, exploding

Bullets flying, bloodshed

Innocence lost?

No shit!

 

       death, destruction

smart bombs smart bullets

           & dumb destruction

      moronic murder

 

Mickie Dee’s burgers fed

                 on a plate

twisted lies spooned

       off onto children

 

Neo-commercial going

                 on & on

dead to the world

      pretend it ain’t there

 

no more news of despair, hithero

         we listen only

     the good

but youth is vanquished

       like gusting wind

   in mediocre rhyme

 

 

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