Soft War Poem by Ima Ryma

Always with humankind is war.
We never seem to get enough.
The pain goes on forevermore,
Because of mad men manmade stuff.
Since war will never go away,
At least let's minimize its pain.
Each human is made into prey,
Implanting a chip in each brain.
Computers would pick strategies,
And battle by technology,
Then key the chips of casualties.
The targets would die painlessly.

Computers waging war by lot -
Much more humane than human thought.