War and the Middle East 1

Still the shaking out of the Middle East, Sometimes its carnivals rescheduling or feast’; An as much engulfing tremor as an earthquake, A time the normal man there rejects a piece of cake. Hit targets like Michael Jackson dance, Witnesses struck dumb by the mischance; Ripped apart bodies described a free fall, While answering so early a home call. As guns sing their rat-tat-tats, Removed in homage are many hats; Their nozzles continually obeying fingered triggers, The meanest blood bath encouraged to linger. War its appeal loses outside the cinema, One can’t under a carpet sweep combatants\ dilemma; A dialogue with the Devil is wisest from far-off distance, Whoever would forget the Hiroshima instance? The jihadists’ wars are their passports to paradise, The ethnics, a rubbishing of tribal ties; The gulf’s was some guarantee of crude oil, The Gangsters their macho men’s toil.