Opprobrium

Obviously out of his depth, unsure of what to do, Pursuing allegations that he knows to be untrue, Prompted by minions working behind the scene, Robotic leader signals with the stroke of his pen. Oh, for the sake of his do-it-alone foreign policy, Bumbling despot orders his army across the sea. Rumble the tanks along a vast desert highway, Insurgents and snipers having their field day. Until the day when at last he finishes his reign, More innocent blood will go down the drain.