A burning perverse desire
all-consuming
inextinguishable
rages, ruling over reason
and good sense,
no obstacles to deter,
no opposition brooking,
the will overriding some wrong
to right, measures taken
out of proportion,
the deranged railings,
the truth-contorting antics
all there in the armoury
of machinations,
as vehicular vultures
dispense deaths from the skies,
the march of Armageddon
recklessly relentless,
all velvet gloves off,
only fists of iron on crude display;
there is an overweening wish
to reclaim the past,
tyranny itinerant
seemingly unstoppable,
history’s lessons irrelevant;
amidst colours of hellish conflagration
cries of anguish
are not reaching the ears
of the merchants of doom
with the panoply of terrors
in their sullied hands.