No chance for truce
fighting in Serbia and bombs
hidden away
in Baghdad
Mean old spirited haters
of life
measuring the
proficiency
of their death machines
The clichés of society
and war, war, war
response stymied
in unspoken protest
Bombs ripping, exploding
Bullets flying, bloodshed
Innocence lost?
No shit!
death, destruction
smart bombs smart bullets
& dumb destruction
moronic murder
Mickie Dee’s burgers fed
on a plate
twisted lies spooned
off onto children
Neo-commercial going
on & on
dead to the world
pretend it ain’t there
no more news of despair, hithero
we listen only
the good
but youth is vanquished
like gusting wind
in mediocre rhyme