Like in
a coffin,
we often
try to contain
what will remain
after us,
thus
drafting
and crafting
some image;
some visage
for lineage
or heritage.
A life
of importance;
of consequence.
In a sense,
we try
to ensure
that our death
will be more
than
the end.
No one
is more
concerned
about having
earned
a place
in history
than
the man
of Epic
Fury.
Bored
of peace,
the increase
of aggression
may be his
concession
to a time limit.
Does this war
inhibit?
Prohibit?
Or merely
exhibit
epic
destruction
without
reconstruction
because
we pretend
that’s on
them,
and you’re
welcome.
When Trump
feels boxed
in,
he claims
a win
with
notorious
epic fury.
Who needs
diplomacy
or policy
when hostility
poses
for expediency?
The decency
of Americans
showed sympathy
for Iranians
who suffered
and died
after
they tried
to protest
their government’s
oppression.
The succession
of oppression
is a common
outcome
from
dictatorships.
The second
Assad
was worse
than the first.
And Kim Jung Ił
was still
not as bad
as his son,
Kim Jung Un.
The legacy
of war
should abhor,
for
more than
a minute.
We enter
militarily
often
from lies
under the guise
that it’s
wise
to avert
iminent
threat,
yet,
we’re met
with the suprise
of hatred
for generations.
Subverting
diplomacy
and democratic
process,
to me inhibits
any success,
and Trump’s
legacy
of travesty
is tragedy
even if
military
victory
killed
the Ayatollah.
