Enemies of the planet, deplorable ones
With the mindset of Satan, have taken control
Of the soul of a dark world predestined to doom.
The aroma of feces immersed in perfume
Permeates most of consciousness. Dark is the hole
Of the red racist rabbit whose cup overruns.
All the excellent training for so many years
And crap loads of equipment are played to the hands
Of the evil egoist who will have his way
Until karma kiboshes him some sooner day.
Yet the world must play nicely. It well understands
Mass destruction should be one of our biggest fears.
Quid pro quo is the tactic most commonly used
To elicit desertion of moral value
Among troops, belief systems, and populations.
When the smoke clears, the people who’ve died are the ones
Remembered then forgotten and placed out of view.
Pardon me for not feeling. May I be excused?
This will go on forever. Lethal tit for tat
Is a game of the human soul trapped in ideals
That have become malignant. And now, running wild,
This cancerous conundrum is what has defiled
Our most human behaviors. What it most reveals
Is a species addicted to mortal combat.