And, watching the madness of a demonically led world,

Of hoarding billionaires, and the scheming greedy banks,

Of landlording corporations, of trade league mercenaries,

Of feudal market renteers, and controlled social networks,

Of militaristic profiteers, and empire’s untamable corruption,

I have wondered; when this climate crisis boils to a fuller rage,

Will war's brutal mechanisms save us from cascading chaos?

Will the soldiers use their guns to shoot at the hurricane winds?

Will armored vehicles drive into the seas to prevent their rising?

Will tanks till the farmlands to prevent a scorching mass famine?

Will drones carry depressed whales and lost birds going extinct?

Will mines blast open and capture the toxins pumped into the air?

Will artillery squads fire at forests to extinguish the raging flames?

Will submarines torpedo ocean currents to jumpstart slower flows?

Will fighter jets bomb at rushing floods to prevent washout speeds?

Will warships transport climate refugees fleeing the urban disasters?

Will secretive networks manipulate AI to code us a new atmosphere?

Will nuclear weapons usher long winter to end blistering heat waves?

What fools we all are, preparing for the wrong type of war!

When strong agreements for a humane peace are needed,

Binding us equals in care to sustain our sacred green world,

Networking to withstand nature's imminent sieges on cities.

How easy it is funding billions for military, war, and death,

But how impossible to scrap a few coin for the living poor,

Or a sustainable investment for this planet of spiritual life.

Yet, supremacy eagerly stands ready for another war,

Wars on the poor, on drugs, crime, on racial minorities,

Wars of contracts, of trade deals, of vengeful invasions,

Quickly financing the weapon-toting brutes to enforce,

Finding vulnerables to consolidate scapegoating upon,

Never to acknowledge its systematic injustice inflicted,

Having a taste of metal on tongue to drink warm blood.

For it is supremacy that expects more like itself,

And enforces domination by a marching force,

Willing to sacrifice whatever is not its purpose.

And demons get so excited watching the war stock climb,

Believing a gold coin bearing Satan's icon to be supreme,

Having no need for mediation, seeing no vision for peace,

Only fighting competitive edges that will win them the day,

But also, so much profit can be made manufacturing war.

And I say again, what fools we are,

Or what demons we must be led by,

Financing Satan to wage his wars,

A machine of death upon the poor,

A sickness of elitist fearmongering,

Sacrificial armies purging their sins,

As the climate rages out of control.