On His Authority
We know this to be true: there is no fury
like that unleashed by the spurned tyrant of
an unrecognized superpower whose cunning
matches the malevolence with which he has
confounded critics in pursuing a global agenda
of deceit, corruption and destabilizing force
causing near nations to tremble in fear, their
collegial nations to proffer defence and
rogue nations to celebrate another capable of
attaining advanced technological challenges
threatening world upheaval and taking them
along for the glory of domination of the
presumed weak and submissive. Boasting
of unparalleled success in engineering nuclear
armaments larger, faster, more powerful than
those in any other nation's possession, the
tyrant gloats and mockingly threatens all the
while denying any threat exists, that the massive
destructive power he is now capable of ordering
into action is meant solely to persuade any
aggressor-nations of which he and his sort are
not, to withhold their plans to challenge the
superiority of what they have in contrast to the
newer, unexpected armaments now held by
his command. There is no intention, none
whatever for these lethally unmatched weapons
to be used offensively; peremptorily however
to halt an incoming aggression another matter.
These weapons at the command of this man
suffused with pride at his coup await orders
to define offence/defence and this is reality.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Labels:
Poetry
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