Peacekeepers

Evildoers
By Tatiana Pahlen

All eyes are fixed on the eminent face,
Nations await a grave moment,
an imperious leader with a goofy gaze,
surrounded by media rappers,
appears eager to spew a tirade.
The questions bounce from Global Warming,
to whose lands to invade.

With a forehead frown he works hard
to pass as a major player,
except for his troubling mouth askew,
akin to a harlequin’s mug,
displaying how long he could stare,
until slipping into lame laughs,
Cheered on by the clapping mob.

After a while, his strenuous sigh
disbands into the sphere;
drivel turns into wobbly words,
A few chuckles enchant his errors.
Bit by bit he redeems "esteem,"
riding a dubious prose,
but hugely gets bombed by the doves.

When Evildoers, the flying foes,
plotted a vicious air strike,
where was Cheney to take shots for his boss,
and flaunt his valor?
An avid huntsman, Dick was a no show;
He solely shoots at upright birds!

The bash is over; assailants fled,
no blood no feathers spared;
Nations inspecting the suspicious loads,
fearing a bio-weapon.
What could happen if the stinker explodes
on the commander-in-chief of America?
Our eminent man was marred first-rate,
but, really, who gives a Bushitski!