Who can know the future,
man is fickle.
If we had eyes to see, we might see we in a pickle.
Nations in debt, over their ears..
Robbed by thieves and liars;
Exalted by wicked queens;
Headed for a showdown, or so it seems?
Peace they say comes at a price,
Two percent now, but five would be nice.
War machines; pay the bill.
That's what you need to keep it still.
Will their be a time of peace?
How long will it last?
Looking down a barrel
What a way to save your arse.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2025 03:30
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Troubled times are predicted by this poem. The view of the common man now days but so has it been on and off through history times of peace followed by war. Maybe it's the nature of man we should question. Nicely written
Thats true, it's the enemy within that's the problem.
Looks that way… the thing is, I’m a bit too old to be conscripted… and munitions these days might be almost completely automated.
World peace through arms?
Follow the money..
Pass GO and collect $200; and bring your skip jail card
We certainly are in a pickle. There is plenty of sorting out to do. Is anyone capable of stopping these wars? Let’s wait and see. A topical write.
Yes, but the answer always seems to be, more defence.
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