War and Destruction

Every single human being knows this art

Every since we picked up a weapon and fought

There is always a victor who fought for what he wanted

There is a loser who dies for what he protected


Time passes and new weapons are forged

From stick and stones to shields and swords

From shields and swords to black powder and muskets

From black powder and muskets to large metal and automatics.

From automatics to atomics


This art costs many innocent lives for just one cause or causes

Many left with fatherless families and grieving widows

Change will never come in the coming age

And War will never change


This poem is about: 
Our world


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