Warmongers Poem by DK DK

they don't like bread and butter,
praise and like guns say better,

they praise leaders who advocate,
to have guns and bombs or rocket,

hunger for food is no more they feel,
what attract them more is war smell,

no waterfall, no flowers, no leaves,
no animals, no culture but war scenes,

fascinate them, it is becoming a ruling,
passion for them, pleasure of killing,

they like something bold and drastic,
they feel creatures are doll of plastic,

sometimes they justify to religion's sake,
sometimes they justify it nation's sake,

are they made for destruction by God?
are they Shetan's creation against God?