Damned Nation

Pilgrim’s progress
White Anglo Ethos
Petulant brats demand obeisance
to our code of conquest, of dominance,
of hard-assed outcast of deviance.
Rule over Earth and her issue.
Break them to work for our wishes.
Progress is forward motion on moribund roads.
Honor, respect, these are authorities’ own,
war lords we appease, seat on our thrones.
Marching, no conscience nor care as we explode.
Let our Great Destroyer sort it.