WARS
The worst poem that I could abhor
Could never be as bad as a war!
Wars that shed their bombs at night
Destroy maiming with terrible affright.
The evil spirits of terror shriek their delight
To rampage around such ghastly sights!
Wars that feed on national pride
Where the spirit of sameness abides,
Good spirited people run and hide,
To escape war's creeping stride
Among poets there are fools galore,
But only the demons in Hell can make a war!