As gayly we go off to war, for reasons sure unknown
To get a taste of blood and gore, with billions in bombs thrown
Our president, the resident, T'will think on nothing else
Persistant gent, not hesitant, nor guilesome with his stealth

Betwixt and t'ween, with peaceful lean, does Europe wish conclusions
Our standard mean, a deviant dean, ignores allied collusions
This road is clear, both far and near, of happy resolutions
Instead we've fear, all in one ear, deriding constitutions.
ttr

PS. Make peace, people!