War, as the Treatment of Cancer

It’s about Iran, once again

I’m not pro-war or for bloodshed
Destruction for and many dead
When nations stop, expend resource
And hands are forced without recourse

A war is bad for all involved
Men lost while problem’s being solved
Angst, fright, despair - they all reign 
While bombs come down like a rain

But war is tool, when talk’s no more
The threat is huge, command is “draw”
The fiend is bold, defiant, brash
And your existence he wants trashed

Been’ vicious to its own folks
While spreading carnage like a smoke
You can’t sit idle and ignore
Once done, they will be at your door

Like-minded scum gets to rejoice 
They all gang up, you know the boys
To push, to conquer and assault
Can’t let this happen, else our fault

We may be wrong, we may be right
But do what’s proper, get to fight
And may the History be judge
Whoever wants may hold a grudge

Aim for the nukes to rule the world?
Fast-spreading cancer is unfurled
Then war is scalpel, use or die
The answer to the question “why?”

March 3, 2026
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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