Lizard In My Beer

. On the cyber-stallion of military might, against the backdrop of missiles, a fearsome sight, Commander-in-Chief, malevolently looming, stares at charred corpses, then gazes around, smirking. There, the wounded crawl and drag their dead through debris; yonder, ashes of home and heart, maimed memory. The old, the children, they may be blasted away as burnt offerings on the altar of peace, he'd say. Hark the chanting of his lackeys, dogs and toadies: "Hail, the Commander-in-Chief, brave champion of peace!" That lion lionized by those with envy and fear, wish he were this drunk lizard drowning in my beer ! .