Weapon of Mass Imagination (Oh Seigfried).

I’m going to build a weapon supreme

to let loose upon the world.

A bomb filled with crayons and plasticine

the most wondrous weapon on earth.

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Each time a crisis develops

I’ll launch it high in the air

where it will explode with a gentle, ‘pwff’

then millions of parachutes appear…

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And they will slowly flutter down

holding crates of clay and colour,

whistles and drums for music makers

Story books filled with humour

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Shapes to mold the plasticine,

and crayons for a colour agenda;

armies will stare, as if in a dream,

at silvers and golds, copper and cream, lime, scarlet, orange, magenta.

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And foes, with paint on bodies and faces

will eschew the bullet and gun.

They’ll share a table, close the spaces,

eat, chat and have fun.

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Sassoon’s simple soldier boy,

Alone, entrenched with gun

a frightened child wanting  paints and toys

Too afraid even to run.

The greatest of us as we face the end

will remember their love for family and friends,

and how to laugh in those childlike ways

for a real man never forgets how to play.

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Ref.

Siegfried Sassoon. Suicide in the Trenches. https://www.bartleby.com/136/17.html