Fury's Architecture

The orange colossus belches steel from towers built of rage, his tweets like wasps that nest in rotting television screens, 

While Tehran's children count the seconds on history's burning page 

And mothers clutch their prayers like broken sewing machines.

His 

fingers, 

fat as butcher's sausages, caress the crimson phone, each digit dancing on destruction's ivory keys

The sky above Iran bleeds oil into rivers carved from bone 

As vultures sharpen talons on the corpses of treaties.

Power swells within him like a toad consuming fly,

His,

conscience 

buried deeper than a fossil's ancient scream, the bombs 

fall 

thick as London rain from artificial skies while diplomacy dissolves like sugar in a fever dream.

The desert sand drinks blood like thirsty camels at an oasis, each crater blooms with flowers made of shattered glass and steel, 

His 

empire

built on graveyards wearing golden orthodontist's braces and laughs whilst spinning fortune's rusted catherine wheel.

The world's 

a chessboard painted red with nursery brushes, 

His 

pawns 

are missiles dressed as angels singing funeral hymns, each explosion births a silence thick as morning's virgin blushes, whilst justice drowns in bathtubs overflowing at the rims.

So,

let the orange emperor feast on ashes mixed with tears, 

His 

legacy 

a monument to stupidity's cruel art, the echoes of his bombing will ring hollow through the years 

Like church bells forged from hatred in a blacksmith's broken heart.

Reviews

[Soren]

War and its devastation, injury and pain is man's legacy it appears we simply never learn and greed rules where the innocent suffer the crimes of the guilty.