Priorities


Napalm, or bomb,
little hands and little feet,
(Or leave a land-mine behind
     to do the job)

Spread a noxious cloud of gas to sear tender throats and lungs
or conscript the helpless ones
    to use as fodder

Kill the urchins without pause
in pursuit of your cause
(in alliance or uni-lateral)
   
Send a stone-faced rambo to emolate a village
exfoliate and pillage
(the damage is only collatoral)

Or, teach young minds of hell, 
which you know of so well
    and wound without lifting a hand

Damn them before they are born
doom them to despair

As con-artist pols and ghouls without souls
rant from podiums everywhere, 
    loudly,
    on how much they care


Pandora