Ww Iii Poem by Sathya Narayana

Syria, you fool
you gave the scent
he's ready to hunt

we saw black in white
expected white in black
it's white blackened black

don't waste money
come on, use those nukes
before expiry

be black or white
he's just American
blood-thirsty

Bram Stoker's lucky
born in America
could find vampires

spluttered his words
slow, steady and nervous
of ready salvo

scent of chemicals
growling uranium
earth waits for blood

come back brethren
it'not oil
third world's blood

stand up my friends
observe two minutes silence
no chance later

wait for spectacle
deafening sounds and dazzling lights
Hades wakes up