Purpose 3- Perpetual War Poem by Chris Noir

Fire!
A primordial tool,
To roast, to make,
To harden, to brake,
To burn your neighbor, or a school!

Steel!
One of fire's strongest sons
He cuts wood,
As good steel should,
But also pierces hearts and lungs!

Sword!
A savage descendant of steel,
There's no confusion
Or illusion,
His only purpose is to kill

Gun!
The great grandchild of the sword,
Why not make killing
Fast and fun,
Isn't that what guns are for?

Bullet!
This one took years to perfect,
At first so small,
And not good at all,
But now no armor could deflect.

Tank!
Put a gun upon the wheels,
Put more guns slide,
From either side!
Fire, Fire death and steel!

Put some steel into a bomb,
Put your bomb in a combat plane.
Make it's damage last so long,
Radioactive one might say!

HATE!

Hate burns more houses than fire!
Without hate fire would be used
To burn wood and, and hunt and make satellites fly higher!

Without hate steel would be used for:
EVERY PURPOSE BUT THE WAR!