War is war with Nature’s peace:
Always has been – always will.
War is Man in Evil’s grease:
Never doubt his chronic ill.

War is begging a question: ‘Why? ’
War extracts a deafening cry:

‘Oh human nature in extremis –
Your evil sports its raging p*nis
To rape us with your lowest moment.

War aggressive; war perverse;
War oppressive; war of curse;
Honed with tension; not to mention
Pain to bear and stain to wear.
I do so love War’s ugly rhyme –
Now out of time.'

War created aberrant beauty;
Hypnotic awe of glorious Bomb:

Oh billowed bloom of mushroom head -
A tombstone groomed for thousands dead.

War in colour so demeaned:

Blood red - flash white -
Spattered hues of victims’ plight.

War now screams a victory!
'Hail the winners! Fail the losers! '
War is pitiful: there are no winners, sinners!
If winners though we must define,
It's only the side that suffered less,
No less - powerless, all!

‘War’ - sounds almost onomatopoeic:
War; gore; implore; score (to settle) : floor -
On which you lie when dying; crying; spying; putrefying:
Petrifying…

War breeds childhood fantasies:

Toy soldiers for young boys,
Computers now with games,
Destroy with click of mouse:
‘I shoot you down in flames! ’

War is educational:

Jane’s Infantry Weapons: hip-hip-hooray!
For now I have a great idea -
A Christmas present with a sneer!

War is shame with Man to blame:

Shame on you! Shame on Man!
Damn your bomb and battle plan!
Ban all war!
But no - oh no!
For if you do, then Man must go.