The Brutal Peace

By Cliff Lake

 

The Brutal Peace

 

Today I had to rearrange my head,

While he explains the schoolchildren dead.

Did they hear waters of cooling calm?

They only heard the sound of the falling bombs.

How high up must you climb

To make up a war to hide your crime?

How many deaths to make them cease

Warring away to a brutal peace?

 

This is the day and the night of the Beast.

On the blood of innocents does he gladly feast.

How many deaths until they cease?

How long until they force us under the brutal peace?

 

A casualty of the incompetence curse,

Can’t be best of the best, so he’ll take worst of the worst.

A population he cannot control,

Even with the civilian death toll.

Have our innocent no defense?

How is this an unimpeachable offense?

Only in death will they ever cease,

Extracting from us another brutal piece.

 

This is the day and the night of the Beast.

On the blood of innocents does he gladly feast.

How many deaths until they cease?

How long until they force the brutal peace?

 

Watch them stumble into blunder after blunder,

As their populations and treasuries plunder.

Soulless creatures gathering and fleecing geese,

While infecting lunatics with decadent disease.

Day after day we rearrange our head,

While he explains the schoolchildren dead.

Did they hear waters of cooling calm?

They only heard the sound of the falling bombs.

 

This is the day and the night of the Beast.

On the blood of innocents does he gladly feast.

How many deaths until they cease?

How long until they enforce the brutal peace?

 

This is the day and the night of the Beast.

On the blood of innocents does he gladly feast.

This is the day and the night of the Beast.

On the blood of innocents does he gladly feast.

This is the day and the night of the Beast.

On the blood of innocents does he gladly feast.

How many deaths until they cease?

How many deaths until they cease?

How long until we’re under the brutal peace?

 

When is our release?

When is our release?

 

When is our release?

 

Cliff Lake 3/2/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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