We send diplomats
to talk with diplomats
of other nations
and hope a deal
is struck to bring
peace and justice
to all involved and
we’re stymied when
diplomats come back
and bury us beneath
balderdash and buncombe.
It’s time we face the facts.
It’s time to send
the exorcists instead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Or F-16s and the Marines!