Thought I could make
The world
Spin in reverse
Fly as high
As the sky
Becomes void
To immerse
Me in worsening
Crises
And foreign disputes
For the fringes
My dearest
Were cold
Without boots
On the ground
To be forging
The valleys
Of Kandahar
Into the hills
And the heights
Of Abdul-Jabbar
From what afar
Appeared
More like
The Magic
Intentions again
But the hell is paved
Tragic
And grab it and go
Economics
Can’t prosper
If rattling sabers
Continue to posture
Illegally
Neutralizing
Perceived threat
With a war to forget,
A tank full of regret,
And a silhouette
Setting sun
Empire’s debt