I Smell A Third World War Poem by Raheem Lyttle Kiyaga

As I look up at the sky,
My nose starts to sniff
This peculiar smell into the air,
Of a rotting world burried in
The abyss of corruption, massacre, bombings
And wars,
I smell a third world war.

The world is knotted in this smell,
This smell is a curse of;
Benghazi fighting Tripoli,
South and North Korea are brenemies,
I wonder why there are two Sudans,
And I wonder why America drunk
Peace and spitted war to Syria!
By the time I slip into a sleep,
Nations will all be subsumed in the smell,
UNA fighting Somalia,
US fighting Iraq,
And from the looks of things,
It could be the West against Islam.

More it seems like 'a world against
Islam war',
With the tankers igniting a huge inferno
On Middle East, I smell a peculiar acrid.

A tear drops my eye.
My body temperature falls
Seeing Turkey declaring to
Punish Isreal
I get horrible feelings
That something like World War ¡¡¡
Is brewing somewhere, somewhere in
Iran, Iraq, Syria, Mali, Egypt, all tried on,
And Third World seems to be a testing
Ground for your superior weapons.

I am thinking passive, and perpetuated
With the prophecy of World War ¡¡¡.
You claim to be the warchest
For peace,
I see no changes
When you are walking behind amunitions
And lies,
People killing each the other,
And you claim, it's machines killing
People don't wanna hear clergies
Spill or squeal about peace,
It's a war-woe,
Not even a religion can save this
Global intoxicated smell
Of World War ¡¡¡.
®Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas 2013