Sedition Or Justice System Poem by Philip Housiaux

Can the million smile, death maker
on royal walk about, not shake?
The truly righteous criminal menace -
ancient civilisations his legacy
not blink - honestly seems not to care.
Posing: do such things fear?
Can death be eternity chiselled
only by Hague extradition,
a six foot lassoed rope, bristled
and Centuries fall to oblivion?
Or passionate sudden sedition?

Can the not of this life, die?
The glamorous on tour of pride -
so then moving among us
we apes, do they trust us?
While scratching nuts, spending a dime
though surrounded by imprisoned elites
and special forces silk in ties
do they not fear, regicide
by monkeys with letters registrared -
the airport, court and gallows?
Or the bread knife under pillow
of most trusted friend or gal
or bullet, of elite guard pal?

Can democrats, with election medals
be personally kind, an angel’s grin
but conquered nations hearts, for medallions?
A million Muslims dead, mere meddling
a few Zionists, more than a whim.
An international war criminal
and for whom killing not a sin?