War

Look in my eyes. My bronze skin reflects the flames of the battles.I feed on bullets and shrapnel.I have trenches instead of veins and a bombardier's whirring plays my favorite symphony inside my big head. This is my story, with some of my bestcamouflages and disguises, and you should expect your peace plans to fail. Because that's what I do for living.Look at my million golden teeth necklace. Ring any bells? Maybe you're too young. I probably should have mentioned the fireworks over the Baghdad night sky, my new friend, or the live broadcast of two great skyscrapers disintegrating. You know what I'm talking about, right? So, you can call me by one of my many names: Great General, Lock-box of the Powerful, Red Rain, Lord of Steel or, more simply, WAR.I appear as strife of many kinds, from Stalingrad to Scotland. Africa to Afghanistan,the civil war of Italy and the War Between the States, ghostly wars, drug wars, the battle of the sexes, World...