Ammunition Soup

By Chris Commodore©2024

Put all the bombs in one big vat,
And let that spell the end of that.
To fill the opportunist’s scoop,
Let’s melt all guns and make a soup.

Make ammunition tasty bread,
The scattered shells to tasty cakes;
Fried copper bullets baked instead,
All bombs to yummy evening steaks.

Drink ammunition soup for peace,
Let's make the planet sing in bliss.
Yes, creamy peaceful weapon soup,
Make all forget all future coups.

The valleys echo songs of love,
As soothing as the morning dove;
And peace builds ripples in man’s heart,
Just as it was right from the start.

Wish shrapnel could be honey bees.
Wish all mines grew to flowering trees;
Released about in summer bliss,
To pollinate the world with peace.