History On Playback

Pencil marks have inflamed the next generations

They artfully muse on the warring degradations

And even blasting a gasket, the looping frustrations

The heart collapses and ceases normal palpitations

 

The sea spouts forth the apex of madness

And it unleashes forth a torrent of badness

Cause and effect, the planet nosedives into sadness

And forever unreachable is the lost sense of gladness

 

This rock revolving wildly on the precipice called Dead

The Martian terrain is now the living sickbed

Once verdant, once azure, now a stunning shade of red

Mars is the ancient god of war, let it be said

 

The xenophobic letter fires forth the lengthy pipe

The sword of the scribbler proves fruitful and ripe

From a place far off, a potshot to a weighty, flying snipe

Morale lowers and the management absorbs the sideswipe

 

Descending fleetly from its meteoric rise

The middle age of democracy does the world despise

By the gallows gather the nations to chastise

Only the cast-asides worship, this Lord of the Flies

 

It meets the demon, ruler over the incinerator

At the trial, pointed out as the perpetrator

Undermining democracy elsewhere, the instigator

The nations united against it, the terminator

 

The eagle flames out at the feet of iron and clay

One hegemon rises to the top for a lengthy stay

Eventually, it crumbles at the end of one godly day

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