Villanelle: Strike - and You Sign Your Own Death Warrant

Villanelle : Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant ! for Obama, a swell chap he may have been or may yet be Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant ! Wild men’ll come a-gunning avenge their own god Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot ? Come they’ll too clad in black : King and President All muttering under breath : « The Old Sod ! » Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant ! You’ll have time to rue what a lone strike meant Your shores were never at stake nor your Lord Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot? Those who build iron walls know they can’t hunt Must the World be sacrificed for one god ? Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant ! When d’you strike back for the Sandyhook Lent The NRA strikes back and call you : « Sod » Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot ? Be the Statesman and make every word count Bring the toddler gods to the feet of God Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant ! Is the wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot? © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013