Viceroy's House Poem by johannes lewinsky

How you can and do all sit
And have over maps poured
And lines drawn that will serve

not yours but theirs with not
the slightest consideration for theirs
and whole nations trounced have

in a moment trounced been
where before were
and now never can nor will again

is it self interest drives you
or the will of the world
stirs you cannot be told other
than this that you ensured

a fait accompli done dusted
and not to be contravened
before any could question it

and this is how millions
come to be condemned
by the stroke of a pen
to the dustbin of history