War porn has always existed.

With each sensual finger,
War beckoned.
The guns screamed
come!
The tanks groaned
come!
The trenches whispered
come!
The dead men said
no...
But the posters cried
NOW!

And now,
we watch the excitement
on small, grainy screens;
horrified, panting, aroused,
as real people are obliterated.
Because peace is never as seductive
as the pornography of war.

Peace, love and slightly politically incorrect poetry.