Things to come…

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

He, the president,
and his fellow riders on the prairie of atomic dust,
lead the most unsafe country in the world,
are using the hoarse language of war.
Condemned is the great nation
because it has fallen into the crater of arrogance
and is morally diluted by right winged Christian talibanism,
sending missiles of war, called democracy,
towards Islamic nations
causing an ever sharpening conflict between West and East
to the point when there is only illogical hatred in hearts
and we are forced to side with the horsemen of evil
in order to survive the raging hatred from the east.
And such is human folly,
that when survivors climb out of rubble
both sides will claim victory in the name of God.