On Mount Olympus, Zeus's son
prepares his brutal wars to wage.
While Shaddai, Lord of Kingdom Come
shall blot his foes from ev'ry page.

As Allah bids the faithful fight
and through each jihad honour him,
see Ares motion with delight
to Horus, at the party grim.

While down below, for all they're worth,
men kill and maim those not like them;
for xenophobes were blighting Earth
before God came to Bethlehem.

So, in a holy name, we seek
to spread our own myopic views.
We kill the brave, enslave the weak,
then watch it on the nightly news.

Perhaps some folk may dare to dream
one day will dawn a shining light
that sees all humans on one team,
unburdened by the need to fight;

but I suspect it could well be
the Jester has the final word...
for life on Earth and fantasy,
in equal measure, are absurd.