Current Affairs Business As Usual Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

Mars hordes smash gates of dawn,
While sentinel clergy mint pure golden Sun,
Need probity in poverty and riches? You are free to choose a gun,
Nobility free share of hand made golden fleece
Spin slaves in wheels of war machines,
Each day its ransom sum in silence dire hinted
In blood droplets horrible pain hushed minted...
An exquisite nocturne, Sir, to illicit peace -Wagner introduction-
Hell and Angel slain at each and every door, salvation teaspoon,
Fork and porridge lavishly portioned sir, at the sight ladies may swoon...
(Inventory meticulously cited -all costs, swoons are past to the Almighty,
Public expenses and cuts)
No anguish, Sirs? At prodigal spendthrift,
God bless us then and by the way hereafter,
Mars hordes negotiable -there's no doubt Nobility and the Lord oblige...
Current affairs, business as usual
We are at war with ourselves.