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the minister of war

 

The true administers of wars

Are those that seem very unconcerned

When the morning news breaks with blood-shed

Of thirsty guns that they dispatched a shared

To both parties that riot against each other

You will never notice their bloody hands

Far from the battle-front that the war is raging

 

The real culprit of war crimes

Are not both parties battling for supremacy

They are only advocates of a very smooth criminal

He is chameleon faced to both their demands

In-order for the arsenal to be within clutch

Then when numerous lives are wasted by war

He is far from the scene that he creates

 

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The minister of war is far from the battle front

Where the metal pellets are aimed to kill

This is the bowl where the bedlam is setting

And mortality is cheaper by the bullet made

But a rifle has no verbal control

It has only one trigger for an emotion

That exposes human life to a gamble with death

 

Not all that seem innocent are vindicated

Of the guilt that is hid from the eyes discerning

Many hands that seem unstained of impurity

Are immersed in a thick flow of blood

Then the toy devices waging the war

That seems heaped of so much atrocities

Are merely saints to a much unclean sinner

 

 3

when a machine is crafted into a beast

Because it’s sinister aim knows nothing of mercy

In the accomplishment of its disastrous goal

The payment to purchase such a doomed instrument

Is from the blackest pit of a mans conscience

Then to he that is the creator of such

His emotion has no modesty of humanity to feel

 

The minister of war is the creator of the handgun

He thinks that science justifies being inhuman

He connects the law of physics into construction

In-order for him to have his villainous way

Then the world awards him a noble prize

And a Pulitzer Prize for the guns little hand-book

While he lives with the recognition of royalty

 

 4

The minister of war has controllable apparatus

That he steers by his very own hands

Their use is simple to create a war

By exposing to them his very latest inventions

Then that is why they are quick to revolt

They are keen to taste his latest tools

To see which one overrules the other

 

The minister is a friend to two foes

They do not know he is their foremost foe

But they are bitter in accusation of each other

And they fail to realize his true role

But he pledges them both his allegiance

By giving them weapons to destruct one another

While his hands are seemingly blood-free

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

— emeka ozurumba, Jul 30, 2009

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Region, Country: Nigeria , abuja

Favorite Poets: christopher okigbo, wole soyinka, gabriel okara , odiah ofeimun- john keats, p.b shelley

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