"Modern Nursery Rhyme?" 

There’s no fairy tale that bleeds as it tells
Of the sadness and death and despair,
That comes to the best, in the guise of a quest
Who Find death and defeat everywhere.

Hi diddle diddle there’s hate in the middle
That politics can’t really see
When the guns give birth, that soon fall back to earth
Are plain to the sight as can be.

Though friendships are forged from the fire of steel
That is melted, then thrown aside,
The rest that remains, as the shell fire rains
Fall down foes, before they have died.

Hi diddle diddle those caught in the middle
Are lost in the swell of the tide,
And the TV’s bright light, shows us all the sight
As women and children have cried.

The sons’ of the prophets, the brave and the bold
Now rot out in the noonday sun,
And mushroom clouds soar, soon after  the roar
Then one side declares it has won.

Hi diddle diddle the world is so little
When you want to hide from the facts
About all who have died, gone out with the tide
And otherwise fell through the cracks.

See all the bold banners and hear the brave cries
That roll over the battle field
As the guns daily roar, “Get on with the war,”
So neither side can ever yield.

Hi diddle diddle there is no more middle
Now there are no sides anymore.
You can see the smoke rise as more of us dies
Til there are no more to wage war.

"The End?"