Ma'am or sir...why must humanity wage war?

Ultimate orders commanded
to commence slaughter and wantonly kill
courtesy calm, cool
and collected president,
whereby innocent civilians
among majority population of civilization
unwittingly get issued death warrant
after crème de la crème soldiers
spill forth from redoubts and hideouts

undergoing real life grueling training
to sacrifice self and/or limb
as a bulwark to spill
a red sea of bloodied battlefields
dislodging former graveyards and tombstones
lovely bones hashtagging, erupting,
jump/kickstarting ala
the opening of Stanley Kubrick's
2001: A Space Odyssey, known
as the "Dawn of Man" sequence,
constitutes a visual exploration
of human evolution
driven by alien influence
and the invention of tools and violence,
where ghosts rise from the grateful dead
and haunt countless newly minted cemeteries
instantaneously and simultaneously scattered
across the globe immediately consecrating
previously hallowed ground until the end of time,

when the remaining bombs triggered to go off
everybody doomed with
absolute zero chance of survival,
cuz civilization possesses the ways
and means to unleash
bounty of nuclear warheads,
whereby existence in divine creator
birthing global species and genus
imperiled and all life will perish

"...and that government of the people,
by the people, for the people,
shall not perish from the earth"
if just one wayward terrorist
capriciously and with cold calculation
annihilates the plethora
of creatures great and small
wise and wonderful,
should just one wayward
cold blooded killer perhaps
runs amuck receiving a bonus
after being rigorously trained
among crème de la crème
cadre soldiers with elite squadron.

President number forty seven
soon to be ouster
might wield stockpile
regarding weapons of mass destruction

to guarantee no commander in chief
succeeds him, nor in fact survive

a dystopian world,

[such as the following three artists: Zdzisław Beksiński: The definitive Polish master of "dystopian surrealism". His paintings depict post-apocalyptic, nightmarish environments washed in fiery reds and oranges, featuring towering, decaying monuments and skeletal architecture.

Simon Stålenhag:A Swedish digital artist celebrated for his eerie "retro-futuristic" landscapes. His work juxtaposes quiet, mundane Scandinavian countryside settings with massive, abandoned sci-fi megastructures, rogue robots, and decaying machinery. His art books inspired the television series Tales from the Loop and the film The Electric State.

Michael Kerbow:A surrealist painter whose oil and acrylic series Portents visualizes a terrifyingly dense urban future. His surreal landscapes focus on the stark environmental consequences of human over-population, endless construction, and resource over-consumption.]

where haunting landscapes
stretch far as the eyes can see

accompanied by thermonuclear winds

howling across the desiccated landscape

a veritable wasteland
nobody weathering unsuitable habitat
videre licet warm blooded animal
would be lucky to survive a direct hit
at the epicenter of a nuclear blast,
where the heat rivals the center of the sun:
However, away from ground zero,
several tiny and resilient creatures
can endure high radiation levels,
extreme weather, and
the post-apocalyptic environment.

The author of these words an anythingarian, centarian minus thirty three years, equalitarian, latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, proletarian, sexagenarian and Unitarian, who (interestingly and ironically enough) finds the history of warfare a fascinating study to the extent Homo sapiens sapiens expended mental and physical effort not only to design sophisticated weapons of mass destruction, but also to release such megatons of atomic fissile material id est Meaning: Capable of undergoing nuclear fission (splitting of an atomic nucleus) when hit by a low-energy thermal (slow) neutron, which can release a large amount of energy and sustain a nuclear chain reaction.

Maybe being bullied, harrangued, and teased as an easy scape-goat (since a diminutive kid), quiet as a mouse linkedin to a speech impediment known as submucous cleft palate (socially withdrawn, which physiological anomaly, a submucous cleft palate (SMCP) considered a congenital condition where the roof of the mouth (palate) has a muscular or skeletal separation that is covered and hidden by a normal surface layer of tissue (the mucous membrane), which treatment at Lancaster Cleft Palate Clinic (from about age ten to twenty) entailed donning a prosthetic oral device with a plastic bulb at the end obstructed the split uvula strengthened muscles in the back of my throat, but even to this day acute hearing of mine (HUH – WHAT DID YOU SAY? - ha) considers vocalization of mine to sound nasal. If curious and/or interested to hear for yourself just share your cell phone number.