The big kids on the block do not have to be bullies. When everyone grows up, every smaller child remembers past aggression and some may seek revenge. I have no expectations about living in a perfect world, only an ideal that fairness and tolerance should prevail. With fewer enemies, nations could spend more military money on world health and prosperity instead of death and destruction. When people are ready for freedom they will choose to embrace it and rid themselves of despots. The human spirit always finds a way. In the meantime, it doesn’t hurt to have the biggest stick in the schoolyard just in case.

We have learned the ways of cold bloody days,
Where religion and lies are a useful disguise

For army ants to attack in a trance
And the righteous engage the ones who enrage

The followers of, some God up above
Who may or may not condone the onslaught,

Depending on who is backing the coup
But the money is why things get bloody.

Cowboys and oil can make your blood boil
And then bushwhack the “folks” in Iraq

Osama, the Taliban, a Korean madman,
From Pol Pot to Hitler they fester and blister.

The lust for power is in the stone altar
That men lay upon until they are gone

Some rat bastards will be dining on swill
And steal no more from the candy store.

While others seek to lead and speak
For the masses who, are me and you

But once in power the man of the hour
Becomes abrupt and then corrupt

There is no trust but we always adjust
To rehashed dogma from a hooded cobra

Protect our own space without disgrace.
Help people live and not be held captive.

When diplomacy rules we don’t need the tools
Of modern weapons and covert actions.

Military madness is never bloodless.
Why do we kill? Where is our freewill?

“Buy me that toy!” begged the small boy.
“You want another?” asked his mother.

“It’s a really cool gun, I can shoot on the run,
It won’t hurt anyone and I’ll have so much fun.”

The next generation is in your nation
And learning the ways of cold bloody days.