Ah, fancy poetry! Where hidden were thou?
When outrageous wars fought on perilous seas,
Or deplored bombs ravaged newer worlds now,
Life from life perish like filthy debris?
What pen could pen that unforgiv'ng? Journeyed
Past native nations where tensions fast swelled,
The Earth a large chambered slaughter house deemed,
Where sprightly youths in courage's name where belled.
By the hearth a distant mother patient,
Sat mourning her son's untime depart,
Not an epistle yet! As her aged cheeks dent,
She vainly still enquires every passing cart.
The Worlds were on fire, late extinguished the flames,
Mankind! Sacrifice not souls in thy cruel games.
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