War of Words
A land of starvation and violence, but To two foolish leaders the world shall fall. A childish game that wilt end in fiery destruction. Millions rendered helpless, under the vile haired sir’s power. An opposing nation controlled by the lilliputian, with microscopic eyebrows. To choose a side, is to choose the lesser of two evils. Is’t better to follow the pugnacious narcissist? Or, rather the spineless peacock? The decision is impossible. I am as baffled, as ye art deranged, dear leaders. Thousands of worldwide issues, yet ye chooseth to quarrel. Hast thou not better things to do, Than to compare the size of thy willies. “ I too hast a missile, but mine is much bigger, and powerful than yours ” sayeth one. ‘Art ye defending thy masculinities?’ I wonder. If’t be true thou seek to know who is manlier, the answer is quite simple; Neither. A sir dost not hide behind his computer screen, Nor dost he let his pride endanger the lives of millions. Ye act palmy with thy alarming words, and threats, But, we all know ye won’t physically beest joining the mortal arbitrament . ‘t is people like I who wilt hast blood on our hands, who wilt hast suffered loss, and agonizing injuries. And, whence shall we findeth ye during our suffering? Sitting on thy throne! Hidden behind your desk, as ye carryeth fia, thy deadly war of words. We may find ourselves in a negative situation, But that dost not mean we can not find positivity. For as questionable as our leaders art, they have taught me much. And so I end with this: Although thy stupidities, may very well kill me, I thank ye still, Mr. Presidents. For, knowing that boneheads like ye art our chosen leaders, I’ve come to realise, that I too can achieve the unthinkable. |