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A Lesson on Wars

The war in Rwanda;
It is Three Blind Mice and the Farmer’s Wife,
Killing strictly by a Machete or a Carver’s Knife.

The war in Uganda;
It is an epic Christian battle,
The Lord’s Resistance Army in Satan’s scuffle.

The war in Sudan;
It is basically a narcotic induced deed,
Thanks to stoned Rebels from the Janjaweed.

The war in Liberia;
It was a maddening fashion hitch,
Charles the Tailor left them in a bad stitch.

The war in Sri-Lanka;
It is full of wildlife identity dilemmas,
Tiger Rebels becoming lowlife Guerrillas.

The war in Iraq;
That's the American second-hand one,
A Hand-me-Down from father to son.

The war in Afghanistan;
It is a gloomy environmental crisis,
We watch as the ego fuelled Bush fire rises.

The World War by Hitler;
In came the Allies and two bombs did they deploy,
On Nagasaki Fat Man and on Hiroshima Little Boy.

*****30th January 2008*****

Just found this old poem lying somewhere and decided to share it

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