A Topical Poem

Isn’t war itself war crime?
Do ends ever justify the means?
Shouldn’t villains waging war do time?

War is not sublime.
Nor is it in our genes,
this lust which makes war crime.

This is not some pantomime.
Villains behind the scenes 
are waging war. They should do time.

When they bury under rubble and grime
enfants, children, teens,
war itself becomes a crime.

How to defeat the pernicious slime 
who drive the calculating machines 
of war? They should do time.

War is the very paradigm
of death: destruction, carnage, screams.
War itself is a war crime. 
Villains who wage it must do time.