Para Bellum

Arm deals and more arm deals, that's all I see. Calibres change, the type of artillery Changes, the game players grey and go and Are replaced by darker capillary With greater thirst for bleeding enemy And with more dangerous artillery. Deadly toys in the hands of eager youth, Intended for warding off intruders: Scaring them with heaps of artillery So that they would harder prepare soldiers If the should covet and desire to loot. In their minds they have peace in their brooders. But to brood over unused firepower While only playing with blanks on dummies Kindles unquiet thirst only blood can quench Kills empathy for sonless war mummies, And in blasts of gun smoke the youth's flower Drowns its thirst in the thud of fall'n bodies. (c) Nyonglema