Colin F. Jones

ALL IT THOUGHT IT EVER HAD

We killed with spear and bow and sword,
and used as many as we could afford,
Then turned to cannon and shot and shell,
developing skills with them as well,
Then all the world equipped with guns,
Tanks and Battleships against the Huns,
Took to building lots of bombs,
Dropped from planes while hot tom toms,
Blew them to pieces in the sky,
What a hell-of-a-way for a man to die.
Then Atom bombs and rockets too,
Nuclear missiles painted blue,
‘Til by and by the world now mad,
Lost all it thought it never had.