Trump struts
              his triumph like a peacock
The successful drop
                         of 30,000 pound bombs
Speaks of obliteration as a beautiful thing

A shameless PS:  God, I just want to say we love you  

The ancients believed
                the regrowth of peacock feathers a symbol of renewal  

Yet that evil eye on the plumage – 

In Buddhism, it allows them to take in the poisons
            of life while still pursuing enlightenment   

But conflicts escalate, poisons perpetuate,
                         obliteration a vain figure of speech