J.R. Wren-Ingalls Poet Sonnet

Start Up the War Machine

The towers tumbled on 9/Eternal
“Let’s get ‘em soon. Hit while the iron’s hot!
How to sell? Weapons mass and infernal!
We’ll show pics inflaming! Saddam you’re caught!”
Decades later, “Who wanted endless war?”
Fog Horn and Crumpling Paper made the call
When the check came in, they denied their lore
From Barack: “expand the war wide and tall!”
Outsider Tycoon, “We will end this now!”
Baghdadi, Soleimani --  pluck the thorn
“Another war! Serve it and let them chow!”
Tycoon ignores John Bolton and Fog Horn.
        Tycoon fulfills promises of Kerry!
        But for war, the Deep State is made merry!

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Richard Lamoureux January 19, 2020 at 2:40 PM Just look at who profits from war and all the answers become clearer.

Andrew Fairchild January 8, 2020 at 1:48 AM Aye, war IS what makes the Deep State merry. J.R. Wren-Ingalls January 8, 2020 at 8:28 PM Thanks for the comment, Andrew.