World War Three By Mai Murphy Venn Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

That buffoon, who rules the United States, has gone mad.
To divert from the Epstein files, for they are so bad.
He launches World War three, just because he could.
While all the nations observed all that they should.
Power went to his head; now thousands are dead.
Because of this man, who attacked the realm of Iran.
Countries are living in fear, as bombs descend from the air.
We listen to the news as we wonder what is happening.
There sound of exploding missiles and buildings collapsing.

As smoke rises up to the clouds, while people are dying.
Leaving behind loved ones who are grieving and crying.
America, halt, think, and use other methods of confrontation.
Dialogue comes first, then on to peace. ending with consolation.
The old can see all the failures and the countless desolation.
While the young are not yet aware of the massive confusion.
We listen to the radio or watch television each day.
We do not know what could happen, we do not know what to say.