I’m not sure
what we’ll fight
World War III with.

World War IV
will be probably
fought with just
guttural grunts,
sticks, and stones.

By the time
World War V
rolls around,
I am hoping that
we will be fighting
each other
with words.

Then, at last,
maybe writers
and poets
will rule
over what
still remains
of the desolate
wasteland
that we’ll call
our world.