The purge

The Purge

If humankinds’ capacity for war  

Is stifled by terrible weaponry,

Then is the cause of world peace that dread store

That makes Armageddon a guarantee?

World leaders race to the end of the line,

And the winners are those whose store is best;

The highest spec; the cleverest design;

Deemed to be peerless and put to the test.

If history is anything to gauge,

Then war is a certainty, come-what-may;

Presently contained on a smaller stage;

It’s fought in the old conventional way;

The race carries on, and those in the lead

Pile on pressure, as the powerless bleed.