War
Bloodthirsty men in black
God is great they chant
As they discharge a barrage
Of bullets from a mounted mobile gun
This round they’ve won it seems
Another dad has died
Another mum has cried
Children leave their games to run for cover
In abandoned homes and holes in the ground
Bullets blast apart families who flee to tented towns
Far away war-mongering men in suits
Gather in their noble quest to start another war
Greedy for gain
Their efforts attain only hatred and revenge
They fight a distant war
Where talk is cheap
They’ll send a thousand jets a hundred times
To drop a million bombs
They’ll teach others the art of war
And drones will do their dirty work
Copyright © Roy Smith | Year Posted 2016
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