It became the time of The Sadness
The world had lost its chi
There was more, so much more killing
Every fifth life, a refugee.

Controversial depleted uranium
Was filling every armoured shell
Determined weapons businesses
Were sending the people to Hell.

And the people all behaved as sheep
Just milled around and waited
Till not a one was left there
Red mist passion was finally sated.

©Joe Wilson – The Sadness…2015