For vultures do not feast on the cardavas of the affluent
Flies and warms banquet pleasurably
On the carcasses of the vulnerable
War is for the poor
Guns and bullets prove their might
On the harmless bodies of the armless
Mass graves willing to embrace their poor bodies
War is for the poor
War does not break mighty walls to shambles
But the tent of the frail is rented to ruins
War is for the poor
The lips of the mendacious
Will sharpen propaganda
While those who tell these stories
Are hanging on flying plains
War is for the poor
The rich can only tell their fabrication
From the armchairs
But the poor counts his loses
Amassing for themselves the spoil
The rich hides in comfort zones
In other nations, watching TVs
Counting who head is lost
War do not sting the head that scattered the beehive
But the uncovered head of the weak it breaks
The flames of war do not consume
Those that fan the amber
But those who have come to warn their depravity
War is for the poor
Written By: JK Anyanwu
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