SABER-RATTLINGA Poem by Dryford ChimutuIn this poem the speaker lampoons fellow alumnus for his nuclear weapons saber-rattling and warmongering.The impassioned oration is bloated As apace dawdle pufferies ‘gainst eld Behold how time iludes, perfidious! When it was ripe and plentiful Whilst all and sundry drew up; Readying for now; I was there when you eluded the rant For believing in you like I used to Of gravitas your lip daringly uttered Yet now; When I ought to trust you more; You merely rave and rabbit-on When you ought to sober-rattle And live praxis, usance You’ve only known to saber-rattle And with eld Your lip has only flab gotten on ruses Licentiate, stop saber-rattling. https://www.express.co.uk/news/world/1607060/putin-nuclear-war-likelihood-ukraine-spt
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