An End to War

Man waged his final war and got it over with.

Border disputes were settled, cities bombed, military bases raided, jets shot down, people killed and nations pulverized.

At last it's over, the killing and guns silent.

What now in this quiet wasteland world?

Guns were out ammo, bullet factories bombed flat, soldiers dead.

Flowers grow on their graves, weeds sprout forth from cannon barrels, trees flourish on ancient city boulevards.

All in eventide silence.

World War Three settled all of the scores.

People live in peace and get on with life, those who are left alive; a mere two hundred. No war or killing here.

A chance of a new world, with tyranny, evil and all other bad shit consigned to the history’s dustbin.

Remember back to the women, how many times they picked up the pieces after man's wartime violence.

Now love and peace can flourish.

False dreams forgotten, broken hopes replenished.

A whole weaponless world without war and wanton waste of life.

Four legged messiah walks forth.