World War Iii Poem by Sathya Narayana

Syria, you fool
you gave the scent
and he's ready to hunt!

we saw black in white
expected white in black
it's white blackened black

don't waste money,
come on, use those nukes
before expiry.

be black or white
he's just American
blood-thirsty.

Bram Stoker's lucky
born in America
could find vampires.

spluttered his words
slow, steady and nervous
of ready salvo.

scent of chemicals
growling uranium
earth waits for blood.

stand up my friends
observe two minutes silence
no chance later.

come back brethren
it's not oil
third World's Blood.

wait for the spectacle
deafening sounds and dazzling lights
Hades wakes up.