A Weapon Of Mass Destruction- 06/28/1914 Poem by John F. McCullagh

Just six inches long and not hard to conceal,
I examine the pistol that began the Great War.
It's been put on display in the British Museum
And it must be regarding with awe.

"The Archduke must die! " Mister Princip declared,
as he emptied this gun at close range.
"Sophie, live for our children." The dying Duke begged,
But sadly his pleas were in vain.

Great armies mobilized, by August, guns roared
For Four years the slaughter went on
Till all the King's horses and all the King's men
and even the Kings, too, were gone.

Now news comes from Turkey of a murderous deed;
a Russian Ambassador slain.
Once more a pistol was used for the deed.
How much can this poor Globe sustain?