Poetry – More plumes of smoke

More plumes of smoke

More plumes of smoke.

More blasts of high explosives

And shattering of lives.

More rubble,

More skeletons of cities

And imploded minds.

More colossal expenditure

Given to destruction.

More generations of hate

And ruins of lives.

More opportunities

For investors

To make a killing.

More opportunities

For some

To gain power.

More opportunities

For hawks

To impose death on innocents.

More, more, more

It is always more.

It is never-ending,

Testosterone driven.

A macho power struggle.

14.10.2019

Seems utter madness to spend so much of our energy, ingenuity, time, resources and effort planning destruction in an endless burst of dick-waving.