Do Not Go Gently Into That Hell Fight

Find the most pugnacious beasts, offer them troughs of rich blood-feasts

Find one who pricks the angry bull, ignoring diplomacy as “too weak” a tool

Ignite all victims of hate so infective, that they hurl nukes and fire with invective

The children bleed, the women wail, as the world burns down and all walls fail

Except for profits, and the bosses, in terrors and tears all tally losses

There are bullies there are thugs, But Sahara sized profits in arms and drugs

Whether Trump burns worlds, firing a Bolton bolt

Let love trump hate, let imperfect peace revolt