SABER-RATTLING

In this poem the speaker lampoons fellow alumnus for his nuclear weapons saber-rattling and warmongering.

The impassioned oration is bloated

As apace dawdle pufferies ‘gainst eld

Behold how time iludes, perfidious!

When it was ripe and plentiful 

Whilst all and sundry drew up;

Readying for now;

I was there when you eluded the rant

For believing in you like I used to 

Of gravitas your lip daringly uttered 

Yet now;

When I ought to trust you more;

You merely rave and rabbit-on

When you ought to sober-rattle

And live praxis, usance

You’ve only known to saber-rattle

And with eld

Your lip has only flab gotten on ruses

Licentiate, stop saber-rattling.

https://www.express.co.uk/news/world/1607060/putin-nuclear-war-likelihood-ukraine-spt