This time we meant to kill you

"Precision" Strikes, unlike the other kind,
Hit whom we aim at, not like when we miss
As happens mostly. Oh, well. Never mind.
To know is treason. Ignorance is bliss.
So say the ones in charge, both deaf and blind,
Whose jobs depend on which bare ass they kiss
And also those they've willingly maligned:
Who've witnessed ugly War. On these we piss.
And so to vent our Empire's vengeful ire,
At foreigners who tell us where to go
And choose to rule themselves as they desire,
We drop some bombs upon them, just for show.
Before we're ready or we aim, we fire:
The whole point of the exercise, you know.

Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright © 2021