Futility

 

The tyrannical psychopath

spews forth his bile on a world in fear

Once more from his lofty secured throne

evil plans receive their final brush strokes

Skilfully implemented he herds the innocent and young

into a uniformity of malevolence

Lies are breathed through corrupt organs

to distort and exhort valour and courage

Apathy is transformed into purpose

as young fearful warriors stride forth

Patriotism the pastiche of falsehood

go into battle, ferocious but soon

entrails fall from bursted bellies

as explosions blow brains into oblivion

Forward forever forward

a harvest of bitterness is sown and reaped

Children scream and cower in terror

Then a vacant silence embraces their feeble corpses

The chariots of hell ride out to conquer

The victors and vanquished lie inert on either side of the chasm

Destruction and grief go hand in hand to mourn 

the futility of each fateful moment spent

Time and again the carousel of misery

spins out of control

The tyrant sips his chalice of wine in safe seclusion

but with a ready pistol on the altar of shame

Not one soul has won and all is lost