we cannot word our way into the sand, we must act for humanity's sake
To kill a rogue
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But nukes will really, really hurt
Words may bring the masses to their feet
And after huge losses tyrants to defeat
Or cause soldiers to forsake life
And charge into the gates of hell of any strife
But diplomatic words in foggy bottom double speak
Too often disguise a nation’s resolve way too weak
Book end news of a rogue state testing a nuke
New U-2 for another rogue with years of rebuke
World War II was put in motion when we stood on our hands
Italians, Japanese, and Germans with guile or force seized
lands
But now the Martian ante
is not a bunch of men on tanks, ships
and planes
But rather millions
from radiation, nuclear winter and atomic particle rain
Words will not prevent North Korea or Iran heaven bent
From their insane nuclear weapon drive to relent
Time to warn the civilians to leave and very soon
Drones are coming to their idiotic leaders to bring doom
If somehow leaders flee for now and manage to escape
Before tracked down, we turn their programs into a wasted nuclear
landscape
© 2013 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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