War Men - poem

The war men are busy again
devising menace, subverting peace,
formulating deathly calendars.

Among their pernicious war cries,
complex strategies,
become simple,
oil territory, drone access,
perpetrated for ever elusive
national security.

Tired clowns, medaled roosters,
these joweled flabby men,
their allegiance
to a pentagonian flag,
they assign death to youth,
chaos to cultures,
fragmentation and horror
to the beholden,
as once again they cast their
annihilation play,
then lower the lights.