The symphony commences,
As the sky grows dark,
Metallic warnings in the air,
Cacophonous and shrill,
Like lost souls lamenting the plight of the living,
From their vantage points,
Those sirens have seen the approaching flags,
Riding upon rockets and helicopter blades,
Their hymn warns of fire and brimstone,
Depleted uranium fireworks,
This is no party tune,
But the raucous dirge of a nation.
WorldofHarley 
I understand your point of view and agree with your perspective. Nations building on the suffering of others a sad state of affairs.
There’s been too much of it. Recent events only add to it. 😞
The Oldschool Harlequin
True!
These are scary times once again.
The Oldschool Harlequin
…And it is times like these that the light of the written word is needed.
I couldn’t agree more my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Indeed.