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
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