The doubters will cross the coals
after the raid.
Apology will not be in attendance.

Sitting on the throne of
cold-blooded assassination, do you think
justice demands revenge?

Whom are you killing, the body
or the spirit? Heads will roll
after debriefing.

O my god, politics always
enters the fray, when you are preparing
a carpet of roses.

Against the black moon
a fast unto death
by a virile sunblind?