Be aware, the time is ripe with the scent of those old war dogs, sons of the devil,
Evil ones, conniving and unrelenting, only in terror and devastation, they to revel.
On every landmass of the globe, all await, try their best to destroy, to change fate,
Masked to hide their true identity, cowardly demons, in death, all do so celebrate.
They fall behind, lack of shame, false pride, in every corner of the world to hide,
Tantalize the many with their impressive words, while in shadows, this to confide.
Profess to be the only rightful league, bribe to lure the weak, in cloaked intrigue,
Preparing to attack, making horrible plans, the unsavory understands, a blitzcrieg.
While sending intruders dressed in white, hide by day, do evil in the dark of night,
These great pretenders, hate-message senders, on this world are such a blight.
Such hounds, by their aggressive score, want only self-vindication, in each uproar,
As deadly plagues to spread the earth, viral spores, are they from birth, no more.
Beware, the dogs of war are on the rise, at our very door, we must all do surmise,
Boast and strut before their kind in great array, every word a lie, in what they say.
Watch out, the falsehoods without rhyme, every day may be the one, is the time,
Bragging, try to cast their spell, in such grime, nothing true, is not worth a dime.
As the world to watch in vain, the first shot is fired, its shock, all feel the pain,
Watch their friends and neighbors fall, harming all, the pools of blood to stain.
Were we unaware, did better thoughts not prevail, to care, who was to blame,
Then, as every sad story to conclude,we had no internal fortitude, all a shame.