taking up arms

Justifiable, ever?
And looking to the skies above
Never helps. How to answer this?
We've yelped, for century after century
Of tired, war-time reverie,
How to let go
Of year upon year,
Generations of low blows
And bombs dropped
By one side or the other,
It's like a lover's tiff grown big -
Magnified ten thousand times, until
Who knows what started it in the first place.
The circle of life goes on like this,
Ironically opposite to the joy of
Elton in Lion King!
With each newborn, it ain't always joy
But a seed of conflict that lives on,
Becoming a bloody declension
Of feud, counter feud, guerilla warfare
And the artifical separation and division
Of Man, until ...

BOOM, utter annihilation
In a grey mushroom death cloud
Which scatters vegetation and human matter
All over the place,
We will all find our shroud here,
As the four corners of this space
We thought was ours, stands destroyed,
And in the final hour we'll see, at last,
It's not you, or him or me,
But us! That matters,
For the only so-called sentient beings
We're mad as fucking hatters
It seems. Oh please!
Let's not flatter ourselves
With notions of next level concepts and
Pacifist philosophy,
Very few of us have the foresight
And dedication of Ghandi!
Let alone a truly equalized love
For all humans.
For this would truly be humane,
And it's plain to see from the historical scrolls
That our race is far from tame;
Belligerent and boastful,
Arrogant yet remorseful,
We'll go on until
BOOM - utter annihilation,
Where fuck all remains.