Make Peace, Starve The Beast Poem by Yehualashet Teshome

The people of the world
Grow up
Get wise at last
Make peace, starve the beast
With every bullet shot
With every drop of blood
Spilt in vain
The beast on the prowl
Wanting for more and more
Roaring in the sky
Making deafening noise
Here comes the predator
The cunning devil
To feast and devour
With every bomb dropped
Drops of tears shed
More and more corpulent
Egregious appetite
Share holders
Of the war industry
Rejoicing
When the war is declared
When millions are dead
Exulting
Over a pile of dead bodies
Destroyed cities
Oh people
Get smart, get wise
Make peace, starve the beast
Starve the predator