Plutonium Throat
The roaches keep launching attacks
then scurrying back into Satan's dirty crack
covering their backs with the children of Gaza.
Launch then hide- launch then hide
when they lose ground,
they call for a ceasefire.
Understand, there can never be peace
when these hell hounds are unleashed.
Nobody in this three ringed regime
mentions the hostages anymore
nobody remembers October 7
or September 11
let alone the holocaust.
Short term memory problems
for those with long term limits.
Nobody dares to put the bullseye on Iran
who has the real blood on their hands.
Billions of U.S. dollars fund the attacks of these ogres
whose soul do they own....asking for a friend.
Lay waste to the Persian oilfields
parch their treasure chests
maybe then peace can prevail
then the Bedouins of heaven
and the children of Christ can rest.
I think we're heading down
the plutonium throat of Armageddon.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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