Never Not Being Fooled

World War One wasn’t world war one.

World War Two was War Two Thousand.

Human noses used to plough sand.

Sand that won’t even stay around

‘Til tomorrow.

So save that sorrow and

Look above the beach.

Its within your reach.

To see through their speech.

When they lay their wreaths

That they ain’t paid for.

Not what it seems.

Ignoring screams.

Nightmarish dreams.

Blood furrowed sand, nah…

That ain’t what they saw.

They saw fools at play.