RECIPE FOR WAR

This is a recipe for war.

You take two countries, maybe more.

Combine plenty of hate and abhorrence,

With a large amount of ignorance.

You will need missiles, perhaps some scuds

For this recipe has its share of blood.

Mix in guns to shoot and knives to slice

An unending supply of each should suffice.

Now add some tanks and boats and planes;

A dash of death and loads of pain.

Then take some bombs and let them fall

Blending together one and all.

Throw in babies and let them die

Moms and Dads and watch them cry.

Add terror with sorrow intervening

For without sorrow...can war have meaning?

Fold in people...then more people still

Keep adding until no one’s left to kill.

This recipe will serve, I’ve heard it said.

Everyone in the country...till they are dead.

This old recipe is filled with our past mistakes

But we haven’t learned from them as more wars we make.

Because just when you think you’ve had your fill of war

We’ll find two new countries, maybe more...