Inflation
There’s
never a shortage of shells it seems,
While guns
are always generously fed.
Bellicose
ambition discounts the dead
As
politicians pursue personal dreams.
The latest
offensive offensive is launched
And no price
considered to be too high,
For it’ll
have to be paid by those who die:
The letting
of fresh blood cannot be staunched.
Consider all
the energy it takes
For gunners
to keep a city in range,
Each salvo
is firing up climate change,
While
inflation is being measured in wakes.
Whoever
profits, whatever is lost,
It’s workers
and children that bear the cost.
D. A.
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