If you can operate this computer,
you can operate this missile, it’s the future.
We’ve made firing missiles,
like a computer game, they travel miles.
No more will you have to slip and slide,
in the blood of your foe, as they try to hide.
Grappling face to face sword in hand,
this of you, we would never demand.
Why all the war and destruction?
Money, it acts like suction.
Click, click – pause,
boom, boom, canned applause.
A soothing voice, ‘ you have now reached your . . ‘,
‘destroyed your desti . . beep . . target’ oh the gore!