Not Peace
There are
ceasefires and rumours of ceasefires:
Behind the
scenes diplomacy takes place,
With
everyone desperate to save face,
Even as
another deadline expires.
Arms
industry profits continue to soar,
While the
attrition rate’s unforgiving,
As also the rising
cost of living
For the many
dispossessed, who’re still poor.
And it’s the
self-same poor’s sons and daughters
Who’ll make
the munitions and build the tanks,
As well as
being recruited to the ranks,
Then
dispatched to the various slaughters.
Meanwhile,
grandiose leaders strut around
On what they
claim as their moral high ground.
D. A.
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