Fools' Paradise Poem by John Sensele

Fools' Paradise and its merchandise
Teeming with terror and error
Rear their ugly heads as a prize
When one nation doggedly rekindles its neighbours' clamour for honour.

Fools' Paradise and sultry size
Might, bite and nuclear arsenal
Amount to nothing when an ugly surprise
Bends round a creepy corner to crush its crimson canal.

Fools' Paradise coupled with myopic warmongers
Whose appetite
To promote petty agenda draw daggers
From oppressed downtrodden people who long fools to bite and fight.

Fools' Paradise fuel crises
Where opportunities for peace
Die for want of slices
Embedded in pacific processes twice or thrice.