Fie on you
Fie on you craven chieftains
Who send young folk to war
Your fevered dreams and ignorant schemes
Mock the wisdom that held before
Your silvery tongues keep wagging
As you unleash the awful roar
Of myriad murdering missiles
Leaving hell only wanting more.
Fie on you flattered fools
Your choices rash and imperious
Heedless of law and gleefully smug
Your motives murky and odious
The bodies of graybeards and gay little girls
Lie shattered amid the detritus
The world you thrust into turmoil untold
Our common fate precarious.
Fie on you belligerent bullies
Boastful and bloated and vain
May history judge you rightly
Though now its lessons you disdain
The bitter cost in bodies and blood
And trust we’ll toil to regain
Is borne with unflagging hope
That one day we’ll shed this bane.