Ends to means (global conflict)

Around the world we navigate,

inclined to want to subjugate.

Those allied we legitimate.

The others we vituperate.

536

Endless treaties to seriate

as our alliances fluctuate.

When all else fails we spoliate

with swarms of weapons sagittate.

540

Satellites circumnavigate

with solar panels aureate.

Antenna clusters decussate

at altitudes that de-aerate.

544

Our job to disambiguate

and sovereign states impenetrate

in order to predestinate

how best our foes to urticate.

548

In vales that gently undulate,

in forests where winds susurrate,

in streets that pavers tessellate

we have no qualms to militate.

552

In deserts where winds triturate,

in fields canals reticulate,

in lands oceans peninsulate

we’re likely to extravagate.

556

Our missiles poised to extirpate.

All life, with death, we saturate.

The past we foully desecrate.

The future we appropriate.

560

Despite how much some remonstrate

we force our foes’ lives to mutate.

Dear valuables we confiscate.

The hearts and minds we lacerate.

564

Surreptitiously we jugulate.

The innocent we inculpate.

Reward those that tergiversate

and those that don’t we immolate.

568

Mass graves the tractors excavate.

Distorted corpses in a crate.

Still, others in the dirt prostrate:

our bodies bullets perforate.

572

Shocked parents yowl and ululate;

their children’s screams full resonate,

at least those that resuscitate.

The rest authorities cremate.

576

Crushed prisoners we interrogate,

we prod and poke and fustigate.

The enfeebled we emasculate

just purely to humiliate.

580

In dark cells souls etiolate.

Such actions families deprecate.

We plead, but captors objurgate

with no desire to placate.

584

Appendages are placed pronate

and currents through them commutate.

Then once allowed to transmigrate

each soul becomes a runagate.

588

The conquerors self-coronate

and place upon a stereobate

stone statues to commemorate

their triumph to dissimulate.

592

The victors’ actions indurate

the hearts of those who emigrate.

Our loathing we’ll not modulate

nor with these raiders mediate.

596

So, refugees expatriate.

Passports officials annotate.

We hope that at some future date

we exiles can repatriate.

600

Some stateless won’t habituate

and choose to dissociate:

displaced, forced to evacuate,

clandestinely perambulate.

604

Of those some will retaliate;

procure potassium nitrate

and timers that can detonate

homemade bombs meant to deflagrate.

608

Vengeance we premeditate

and gracelessly recriminate.

We’re not inclined to sublimate.

We’re maggots that engorge on hate.

612