The Third World War

The warriors from the East
Shall trample the earth
With their mighty guns
The frenzy of bottled disgusts
Against power from the Western Realms
And their mighty circle
that sit around the round table,
Crests and crowns upon their shields,
They who know their statures
and prowess made them emperors
And warlords of the Earth
The air will be cleaved by anger
Translates in thunder, its might eager
To show sovereignty of the blue skies
Lightning shall they spew
Burning cities destroying empires
Scorching the land with fury
Billowing sails of ghosts ships
Lend valor to the crests of man
To push beyond their ken.

Thundering lightning of man’s ingenuity
From the land where almond eyed beauties
dwell, and poets with tinkling cymbals ponder
will ravage lands where robust man
of valor and their kinfolks thrive
on cities of silver,  carved of beauty
painted with tears of the conquered
They shall know the flight of their serfs
And drink the bitter waters of despair

The bid for supremacy
The race for the throne
The screams against heaven
The warrior cries for Asmodai
And millions who scream in the name
Of the Almighty, God the Creator
God is Great, God is Great!
Thunderous the war will be
Shaking its foundations to the core

The third wave of change
The third world war
Will come in a cacophony
Of sounds, sighs, cries, screams
Man-made blights from beakers
Will fight in silence
Against thundering missiles
Of anger and hatred
It will be done

The earth shall be a vast battleground
Blushing red in radars
Accompanied by black outs
The air fills with flying steels
Guided by angels in silent wings
And companions of thunder and lightning
will traverse the sky’s highway
destruction dropped on the earth below
In avid killing spree

When at last the war is done
The scythe man and his minions
Will shake their heads in consternation
For all have been reaped and thus
All sowed
They have done their best to clean
The earth of its discards
To replenish mankind
Let innocence take hold.
Again.