Poverty Wars
Following the leader,that’s all we ever do
Faithful to a cause that we believe is true.
Marching on the enemy, this doctrine that we trust.
Tribalism flourishes, society to dust.
Economic downturn, conscription to the fore.
Honing of the missiles in readiness for war
Swords and sabers rattled, warheads primed and aimed.
No profit left in peace, it’s time to change the game.
Society is quaking right before our eyes
The recipe for conflict gathered in the skies
We have no use for working men in economic lull.
Send them off to fight someone, let’s begin the cull.
Bring corpses home as heroes, teach children how to hate.
Let memories and the cenotaphs remind them of their fate.
Orphaned hungry children, abandoned widowed wives
Trying hard to navigate their lives.
Some are much too wealthy to hear the cannon sound.
Instead they preach religion, in bunkers underground.
Machiavellian dictators dismissing “ Jaw to-Jaw.
Too rich to send their own sons off to war
Crimson on the canvas,splashed upon the grass.
Where poppies grew and poor men drew their last
The stakes forever higher the odds against them high.
Where brave men were indoctrinated, trained to go to die
History will document what they were fighting for?
Educate our children on how we won the war
The factory gates will open up, the battle field will cease.
Our people will return again to flourish in the peace.
When the cannons wain and battle cries are quelled
Damaged men return to face their private living hell.
Imprisoned in the violence, for peace of mind they yearn.
Conflict once again will cease but will we never learn?