penultimate war

penultimate war

first world war
is now hundred years old
it is not a scar!
killing is still to be sold

divides multiplied
in nine billion forms
power borders have lied!
soiling rules and norms

we are willing to kill birds
with wires we destroy
unwilling soldiers hidden!
still in wooden horse of Troy

with brain we celebrate
the first of January
heart with shame innate!
might sense the contrary

wonder if ever will be fought
the last world war
could we tie the knot!
in any coming year