Long ago, men fought with fists

Their power determined by simple brawn

Nature gifted some with strength

While others crumbled, quickly gone

The weak grew quickly tired of this

Constant belittlement like grubs

They needed something to their name

So men then invented clubs

With clubs, the playing field was matched

And soon the strong began to sweat

For winning by muscle alone

Was no longer a safety net

Though bruised and battered they became

They also found themselves quite bored

Of clubs not known for drawing blood

So men then invented swords

With swords came the advent of war

As killing turned into a game

The weak and strong struck to the ground

Each person more or less the same

But still they found their massacres

Were far too slow to be much fun

There was more damage to be waged

So men then invented guns

Guns could take in seconds flat

With more lives lost than could be counted

Battles were much quicker now

The moment their weapons were mounted

Yet they wondered for a way

To slaughter more with fewer arms

Strength now a measly afterthought

So men then invented bombs

Now bombs and guns and swords and clubs

Have desecrated this great world

The world that gave them very life

Now wrought with wicked flags unfurled

And yet it seems men still seek out

A new great tool to harm and vex

I fear the worst for humankind

In what they may come up with next