More arms and ammunition
More politicking
More propaganda
More wars
More deaths
More dislocations
More desolations
More hunger
More diseases
More disasters
Floods, earthquakes, tsunamis
And the likes
For the unprotected myriad
Especially women
And children
But much more huge profits
Proceeds of human blood
For the protruding pockets
Of the brotherhood of the wicked
The few makers
And dealers
And agents
And peddlers
Of mayhem and anguish.
(c) Chris Jibero.2011.
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