War is the product
of faltering old geezers
moaning the lack of….
Flaccid through aging,
crass atherosclerosis
erects no towers.
Rocket and sausage,
the symbols of God Phallus
spill blood of humans.
Rage leaves compassion
in decibels of shouting,
just boys are battling.
The overseers
in air-conditioned lounges
wear smiles of devils.