Wolfowitz

Pray, where's the next stop, brilliant, all-knowing fiend, After causing harm to your nation right up to the end? Unleashing your poison on a tired, unsuspecting world, Look where you are now after your lies have been told. Wicked of you to push your country to worthless fighting, Out through the back door you exit, a disgraced underling; Lying through your teeth, causing much misery and death, From the very start you plotted with each frenzied breath; Oh, you forgot that even the self-righteous had to reflect, War equally destroys the vanquished and its architect, In the end you pay for each of your sinister mistakes; To see you squirm in your hot seat with your paramour, Zeus himself can’t save you as they lift you off the floor.