Pax Europa (Free Verse)

on paper flows their symphony of words
music to the ears of Generation E
that gives them olive garlands
to wave in the face of
Tiananmens and truck bombs
if the need arises to defend the cause

the rhetoric of peace
dripping from the lips of Eurocrats
dispells the blood of empires
staining their hands
swells their breasts
with the names of dead poets
while dead tyrants slumber undisturbed
and separates them from
The-Beast-Across-the-Sea
the warmongers
the executors
the cowboy-demons of gonads and muscles
that fancy they sit on top of the pile
and pan the world like gravel
looking for gold in its waters

Hitler smiles in the dust
Napoleon gives a knowing nod
Grave-dust rises from their lips

“You have not convinced me, Pax Europa
or the quiet German youth
or the ambitious French son
and so you have failed”