IRAN, WAR

Mayday, chaos, slay ops—

Bomb streets beneath can’t-sleep-elites—

Split seconds split ancient foundations

By nuclear murmurations—

Tears flood but mixed mud can’t wash

Caked blood off caskets in God’s breadbasket—

Fertile crescent rides riotous descent, tank

Treads collide with unbridled dissent—

Teeth eyes lips jumbling, rumbling in rapid rush

To pause total ruin for petty cease-fire hush—

White flags buried under skeleton slag 

And boys’ boots march melted by Sun Tzu:

Vacuum sucking sound fiery hellbound

Metal members blasting wide, guns too;

Frail mementos fill silent screens

Amid violent screams and utter loss:

Girls’ school mortar grind missiles find

Soft target, soft hands now gutter-tossed—

Talking head suit tie strangle—

Better death undeserved—

War absurd tangle.