Pugil Peace

Atom bomb image, probably Bikini Atoll, from pexels.com

History is a downward spiral.
Futilely feudalistic fans
Of totalitarian oppression
Ride the tide of apathy
To pugilistic power.
War has always been
And will always be
Until the sun refuses to shine,
The moon bows to chaos,
And the earth melts away.
Global peace is a cacophonous pipe dream.
The best you can hope for
Is a simple existence
Seeking self-discipline and contentment
With a slice of life lived to the full.