My heart goes out to all those suffering in this war or affected by it in any manner. This poem is not politically accurate or does it mean anything. I hope there is peace soon.
This poem or whatever you can categorize it as is for @v4vapid's contest.
The paranoia? It aims to show to the reader that all of this could just be a sham war.
Wargames
There were two generals who sat in a bar
Their hands were strong and each had a ciagr
One sat straight, his voice was strange, on his hat was a symbol of crushya
One stood like a star, his voice heard afar,
on his hat was a symbol of Oilmerica
They spoke of the times
when the wars were cold
They boasted of the crimes
and of the weapons they sold
They slowly felt old,
until one of them told,
We were scary once,
the world would fear us,
So lets take it back,
and make it hear us,
They sat through the night hatching a plan
to take over all the land
You come from the west, ill come from the east
together we will take apart the meat
They laughed aloud
their teeth gone bad
and so was formed the wargames pact
Tanks were flown
Into the desert gold
Men were blown
Taken into deaths fold
Seeds were sown
Of mistrust in this world
The children they sat, alone and curled
Hoping for the days they all twirled
The UN remained
UNinvolved
The generals laughed for their problem was solved