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 !
.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
