'' They're Not The Ones Who Fight '' Poem by Bri Mar

Kim Yong Un and Donald Trump,
Through insults at each other,
That's until one takes the hump,
The outcome? it's we who'll smother.

I'll blow you up you rocket man,
If you don't toe the line,
Of your nukes I'm not a fan,
But mine are just divine.

I'll shoot your planes down from the sky,
Says Un from North Korea,
Common sense does not apply,
When spouting verbal diarrhoea.

A war of words can be misconstrued,
The context is then mistaken,
When their threats can't be subdued,
It's we who'll be left forsaken.

While Trump and Un scurry underground,
Their deathly codes are placed,
In a nuclear war we'll be drowned,
In a sea of atomic waste.

Someone needs to intervene,
Before the world goes mad,
These children should be heard not seen,
Nuclear bombs are not a fad.

When world leaders start a war,
They don't care who's right,
You'll never hear them ask, what for,
Why?

‘' They're Not The Ones Who Fight ‘'