At the Brink

At the mercy of madmen in the middle of trade agreement negotiations.
Nothing but nasty if the agreements don't satisfy the on the ground greed .
These are the bogeymen for the shit kickers who want to bomb whole nations
Plant the seed , let it bleed.

Its a nightmare no matter how awake.
As if these leaders were under a spell
As if they were not men and women, but fakes
Who had reached their level of dysfunctionality.
Their true selves emerging from ghoulish sleeper cells.

Who had traded in their humanity
perhaps subconsciouslessly, perhaps obsessively.
Who are in the business of what we decree will be.
And let the ordnance drop where it may do the most damage, and say a little prayer vindictively.

Or else regress, they guess, into the apes who think.
And have to put up with a God blessing Guernica at the brink.