We, as have made it, are in a war,
Slick, sly, even worth dying for,
No, this time, not mechanized aircrafts,
Weapons are eccentricities, no bullet shafts.
Queen miss sunshine, her radiated longitude
Of scents from gravels, burrowed in solitude,
The sparkling, glowing anatomy, boiling,
An elope, miniscule escape, forever foiling.
1945, when nuclear blasted on the fences,
Of Hiro. and Naga.; though weren't the preferences,
An act of heroism perhaps, an act to end a war,
Hatched yet another war, this time, what for.
Then come the healers; making exceptions in healing,
Wounds are cracked open, not healing, but sealing,
Like a disguise to please no one but self,
Philosophy, social conduct - all books on the shelf.
The armoury's defenseless, till it strikes down,
Or if it hits bull's eye, all glasses frown,
Cops running wild, the sheep unleashed,
Momentarily contended, or even pleased.
And the slut on the job, one who ignores,
Gets a notice everytime, her shamefulness soars,
Or so it seems, even Einstein blew the remedies
Of the nuclear bomb to US, so without brevities.
Borders, and so they shrink down, the inferior cub cries,
Early education, pa teaching Hitler's defeatist sighs,
And the rainbows and twinkling stars and the nature,
Or productivity, resourcefulness, a bright future.
Street educators are smart too, they either die or become riches,
World's best rappers, sinfully best philosophical bitches,
Even the Joker, "Why so serious" are you for crying out loud,
His intelligence, personality, would've gotten him proud.
So, in the maze of catastrophe, the war we've embarked,
To answer, who's the dumb durt bag to be sharked,
"The one who cannot define lightening, or the one,
Who cannot understand it awesome natural power," as both get done.
To realize the bombs the Amercians dropped,
Dismayed tails that wagged, limping as it sopped
To the man of the hour, the peaceful sermon on the mount,
As his stoned body lay, his number of sins out of count.
