Bush: King of Genocide

Flying on wings of unquestionable validation,
Death is the pinnacle of your constant rationalisation,
Through impotence of nurtured bonds of wisdom,
You have duped some sheep by moral fencing,

Waging war on flesh and blood just to rush political evolution?
Reaching out to the international community,
Watching fissures deepen within your own moral divinity,
This whole liberation has been a suicide mission,
You seem to have blown away everything you ever thought you stood for,

Rally ignorant minions by fostering patriotism and belief,
How you rushed to cure the ills of your own twisted mind,
As such subconscious complexes as harbingers of bloodshed,
You have achieved a perfect failure in bringing relief,
Any hopes of affordable freedom left far behind,

I pity the souls that carry out your will,
Those who buy into this attempt to save,
People who need to figure it out,
Instead of being rushed to a grave,

And in the premature trumpets of destroying a tyrant,
You are embarrassed to honour your minions as they quietly arrive,
Your self-professed freedoms do not exist,
These poor robots do not survive,
And pains of their own families persist,

They continue to look at the silver lining of a cloud of hate,
Their mournful souls choose to resist,
As we witness the broad spectrum of your atrocities,
We don’t see funerals or your self -destruction,
As the inevitable result of your own animosities,

But ignorance is evident behind your façade of calm,
Daddy’s lack of love has done quite a bit of harm,
Your right hand man wipes his brow,
Wrinkles spreading like a malignant virus,








Murders, leashes, hoods, wires, beatings and rapes,
We continue to gape, we continue to gape,
And the horrific logic of your actions is dawns on us all,

As it will dawn on you too and your unfortunate children,
How quickly you will be forgotten,
Your legacy will become deformed and rotten,

History will witness you becoming everything you hate,
And you will lie in a hole surrounded by comforts but a hole nevertheless,
Your mind if it ever awakens,
Does not possess the clarity to understand and decide,
In discontinuous bouts of a war on terror,
You are an uncrowned King of Genocide,