Wrath

The guns expelled their thunder Their smoke has long since gone The blood-soaked ground they caused The rain erased thereon Survivors’ horrid memories Breed reminiscent tears Man-made causes of the conflict Fade o’er ensuing years The Madmen who create them Are those who never fight The Lives of those who died That Day Lost their futures’ right To parent future engineers And doctors who’d find more cures Or scientists’ future breakthroughs So Mother Nature can endure. So, still we adhere to Madmen who Lead us down the path To destiny’s inevitable finality: Politically destructive wrath