Age 8
You war machines,
You don’t belong
on this planet,
You should be fired
into space.
You war inhabiters,
you should be
flying out of here.
From the bottom
of my toes,
I shiver
sincerely.
You war lovers
get out of here.
Dark deep
down inside you,
you look like
the devil.
Ages
will never
beat you off.
Only peace and rights
will fight your evil off.
Ages will pass
and centuries,
as the years
go traveling by.
Nothing
can beat you
except
when everyone tries.