Ends to means (global conflict)
Around the world we navigate,
inclined to want to subjugate.
Those allied we legitimate.
The others we vituperate.
Endless treaties to seriate
as our alliances fluctuate.
When all else fails we spoliate
with swarms of weapons sagittate.
with solar panels aureate.
Antenna clusters decussate
at altitudes that de-aerate.
Our job to disambiguate
and sovereign states impenetrate
in order to predestinate
how best our foes to urticate.
In vales that gently undulate,
in forests where winds susurrate,
in streets that pavers tessellate
we have no qualms to militate.
In deserts where winds triturate,
in fields canals reticulate,
in lands oceans peninsulate
we’re likely to extravagate.
Our missiles poised to extirpate.
All life, with death, we saturate.
The past we foully desecrate.
The future we appropriate.
Despite how much some remonstrate
we force our foes’ lives to mutate.
Dear valuables we confiscate.
The hearts and minds we lacerate.
Surreptitiously we jugulate.
The innocent we inculpate.
Reward those that tergiversate
and those that don’t we immolate.
Mass graves the tractors excavate.
Distorted corpses in a crate.
Still, others in the dirt prostrate:
our bodies bullets perforate.
Shocked parents yowl and ululate;
their children’s screams full resonate,
at least those that resuscitate.
The rest authorities cremate.
Crushed prisoners we interrogate,
we prod and poke and fustigate.
The enfeebled we emasculate
just purely to humiliate.
In dark cells souls etiolate.
Such actions families deprecate.
We plead, but captors objurgate
with no desire to placate.
Appendages are placed pronate
and currents through them commutate.
Then once allowed to transmigrate
each soul becomes a runagate.
The conquerors self-coronate
and place upon a stereobate
stone statues to commemorate
their triumph to dissimulate.
The victors’ actions indurate
the hearts of those who emigrate.
Our loathing we’ll not modulate
nor with these raiders mediate.
So, refugees expatriate.
Passports officials annotate.
We hope that at some future date
we exiles can repatriate.
Some stateless won’t habituate
and choose to dissociate:
displaced, forced to evacuate,
Of those some will retaliate;
procure potassium nitrate
and timers that can detonate
homemade bombs meant to deflagrate.
Vengeance we premeditate
and gracelessly recriminate.
We’re not inclined to sublimate.
We’re maggots that engorge on hate.