The Rusty Missile

 
Trees stand still on parade
With watchful eyes guarding
They encircle it for our protection
The silo that contains a secret
It looks like a charcoal kiln
It fools most forest visitors
I have my own remote W.M.D.s
Weapons of Mass Divine Serenity
Known as The Rusty missiles
I know what you’re thinking
‘What is in your missile?’
‘What makes yours different
From all the rest of them?'

The recipe is simple
One metric ton of
Rose petals, fragrant
And smelling of smiles
Infused with the essence
Of deep, warm cuddles
Added snuggle hugs
A pinch of humanity
But only the good kind
Two scoops of laughter
Three of gentleness
A large portion of love
A sprinkling of peace
Powdered Mother Nature
A bag of butterfly kisses
Gently warmed up in
The milk of human kindness

They remove all hate
They remove all fear
They remove all evil
They remove all disease
They essentially, are love bombs
A final solution if you will
Bringing about utopia

I initially designed them for use
Against Russia, China and the USA
Then I added Israel and Iran
Then North Korea for sure
Then I realised every county
On the planet needed one

Authors Note: The item in question is actually a charcoal kiln for making charcoal of course. A Celtic tradition going back thousands of years, when they would have made kilns from clay and stone