Have we not learnt in eight decades
After we lost ourselves in dust
In the politics of selfish charades
When power was pride, bloodbath was just!
Who needs Hitler for next massacre
Men will never ever forget to bleed
To nurture in the farm of fear
Yet one more time hate’s lasting seed!
Who’ll fire first, Biden or Putin
From a mob of many mean brinkmen
Who are Satans who love to sin
And write truces with a poison-pen!
From history’s womb hate’s bane is born
Vengeance is machismo’s metaphor
In the heart of peace, immortal thorn
RUMBLINGS OF THE THIRD WORLD WAR!
© 2023 Vikas Chandra