No better than the worst
I see you living the curse
so many endured before
you claimed the first.
But, of course, that’s not the worst of it.
Sent darts into twins
you popped the violins
as your troops begin
to ravage former sins.
I can’t abide your
consolations, your
negotiations, your
undulations, your
adorations of war.
The evil axis,
the geotaxis
of your Metaxas
of oil and hate and Texas.
But, of course, that’s not the worst of it.
While the honest died
you covered to deny
the reality of your cries,
your legacy of lies.
I can’t abide your
consolations, your
negotiations, your
undulations, your
adorations of war.
While your crocodile tears
brought pains and fears
to the masses seared
the enlightened jeered.
But, of course, that’s not the end of it,
is it my liege?