The Warmonger's Recipe

An old poem originally called 'Recipe for Disaster'

A pinch of psychotic on your lips
a taste of neurotic won't go to your hips

A touch of paranoia, a sprinkle of despair
will it destoy us and do you care?

An ounce of fear is all you need
bubbling over ,Watch it breed

You created a monster, now you want to abort it
but you waited too late, now we'll have to sort it

You unleashed a beast upon this planet
More blood flows down rivers.Can we dam it?

D.Hinson

Author's Note

I wrote this poem a while ago but as it about a political leader calling for a war, unfortunately it is still relevant today.

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

and will always be I'm very much afraid.