destroyers

Whip-crack! You attack-

your reflexive domination

can't approximate this claim, 

my carnal refutation of

the war-march you drum-

a dire abomination

lacking regret or shame.

This is my sedition

a dish best served in disillusion-

better- a dissolution-

a climactic cataclysm-

yet I’m only one empty cleft, 

the rift is made of millions

cleaving to the rectitude

of national aspirations

you bereft of reality.

I am a pure destroyer

bound to disinfect

your marketplace, 

I’ll employ the

vim of my words, 

my language equals

syllables in riot gear-

That’s all it takes to make

depressions and fearful earthquakes

in the "lands of the free"-

to be read states-

hunkering in bunkers of blue.

Now your fleets are manned

by bitter turncoat mutineers

steering through tsunamis

on the high seas, 

ill-wracked by your foibles

and policies from asinine to austere

perhaps I’m saturnine but I

see horror ‘round the sphere

rains of meteoric nightmare

on a scorching tangent spree

purging ashes forged in disarray

the identity I flee.

You are the pure destroyer

rumbling hellbent and unchecked-

the genesis of climactic cataclysm-

your revelation I reject

and stand stalwart on

solid earth to bear

the beastly wreck this hour-

the collision fate did spawn.

Our retribution is the penalty for

perversion of unhinged power.

Now, attack!

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Author's Notes: Yes, this does relate to my spiritual path as well as my disdain for several political dynasties, as well as current officeholders. Following a warrior path means much more than physically fighting for those who can't, but also using words in protest to join the cause.