Universal wars and universal soldiers, guns full of arms arms full of babes

Unending cycle that never fades

 

Like pop up games you hit them down

Appearing again with cancerous frown

 

Not the last and not the first of desperate  mobs dying of thirst

 

For peace and calm and restful sleep

Not darkness fear of huddled heap

 

No stomach wrenching knots within

Waiting to be next of kin.

 

The sickness spreads throughout our earth and spreads still more with every birth

 

Ideology splits us in two with white hot lead to pierce the few

 

Unlucky to get in the way

Or close enough to think they’ll stay

 

Our souls are indeed in a mess

Increasing daily under stress

 

But most can do is watch and sigh 

Bow our heads , in ‘prayer’ and cry.