Bird flu’s our own making and Ebola kills few,
but these nuclear weapons, their building we’ll rue.
A war on poverty, terrorism or drugs,
it’s like fighting inflation or your mates at the pub. 

There’s a threat, colour coded in chromatic red blood,
return to your bunkers, hope there’s no flood.
A natural state of Disaster? - no, it is not.

Turf warfare, a war of nerves, or a fully armed conflict,
a cold war, a just war, either way discipline gets real strict.