The World Rearms

On the dusty table there sat Dirty cups and plates and other nick-nats Swept across the table was a book That had news clippings worth a look For it was placed together to tell A gradual descent into a fiery hell As the wind blew the pages were revealed Of a story of a world that didn’t yield The first pages spoke of alliances made And a bonding together for the warrior escapade For buying guns and planes and army trains Seemed the thing to do in all refrains As the wind turned the grimy pages The need for territory produced the rages Until the final declaration was made Of war and troops a farewell bade The final page revealed the sprouting mushrooms all And the end of every nation now the call. © Paul Warren Poetry