Old Men declare wars,
Young men die in it,
Then Old Men get the glory and more.
Will it ever end?
Young Soldier like an Ox,
Tried and true,
Young Soldier now in a Box,
Fried and blue,
Packaged to Mum with endless rue.
This bloodshed has been forever,
We all had a part of it,
The Far East,
The Middle East,
the Near East,
The bloodbath still lingers on.
Every day I ask, “What is this beast?”
I’ve lost count,
World War 1,
World War 2,
The Cold War,
The Gulf war and all the namelesses,
Little people, little towns totally razed:
I’m sick of it God must be too.
I think God is polyglot,
He must be.
Every day he hears the cries and wails of mothers,
in a thousand tongues,
Cries for sons dying in faraway lands:
Yes, God is polyglot.
The world is not enough:
We just have to get some more.
Somewhere a Cleric calls, “Jihad!
Death to all infidels in the land.”
In the name of Jesu Christi,
Crusaders repaint the Streets of Gold in blood.
Or is it for Spiritus Mundi?
Men just hankering for power,
Armageddon is here,
Everyday day new horrors,
The world blasphemes in all grandiloquence,
And we just cheer her on and on.
Are there really any winners?
The world is too much with us,
Everyday Armageddon draws nigh.
You ask me, “why the fuss?”
Again and again, I answer with a sigh.
‘Tis the nature of man,
He must destroy himself.
For indeed, the world is not enough.
****June 27, 2007*****
A bit disturbing that people find @piersmorgan's anti-gun campaign Anti-American. How many have to die for stricter rules to be a good idea?
— Efo Dela (@Amegaxi) December 13, 2013