... stuffed

Peace on Earth! You must be kidding.
Peace came second in the bidding.
Pipped, before the hammer fell,
By a finger raised from Hell.
Warfare takes the Lot, and the fate
Of Earth is held in his estate.
Plead and pray and cry despair,
The deal is done, the auction fair.
Going once and going twice,
But Peace could never meet the price.
Impoverished, are Peace ideals.
Their fare consists of meagre meals.
Hollow words and shallow acts
Echoing sanctimonious tracts.
Peace campaigning! Do me a favour!
Watery gruel that has no flavour.
Bleated babble; a Sacred Cow.
Lowing ‘Holier than Thou.’
In a field of blind belief,
Justifying blood and grief.
Screw it up, and ‘it’s god’s will’.
As is old tripe, and pig swill.
Hold the line and lock the shields.
Energies dwell, in battlefields.
Cosmic clashes! Warring stars!
Mutant microbes in constant wars!
Nature of Nature? Strength holds sway.
Conflict! … Looks like Nature’s way.