Meandering in date
Good Friday's fate.
How good's good ?
In a World's turmoil
Fed by thirst for oil.
Green's certainly better:
Wind blows in all weather,
Sun shines even through haze,
Tides rise and fall with waves,
Algae creates its own fuel,
Horse, buffalo, and a mule.
Warring, "King Of The Hill",
Used to give generals a thrill.
But now, the pale of fatigue,
The mounting number who grieve,
Wonder what price a human life,
Shouldn't we quiet drum and fife ?
Means test Wars: rich teenagers go,
Both male and female into the flow
Of fodder to be left on foreign soil
So Mom and Dad's cars swim in oil.
War, then will end, so count on it,
For the love of money, hot wars fit.
Ronald C. Downie