Strained Bedfellows

Load cannon

Aim at the wall

Fire repeatedly

Stand back

and watch it fall

Roll the artillery
over the ruins
of our enemy's tragedy 

After the glorious victory
the vanquished
line up for reparations

Suckling the funds we send
to rebuild them
and hope some day
they'll be our friends

Our aid
they will gratefully take
but their appreciation
will be fake

There's no forgiveness

from those we have wrecked

Just simmering revenge

behind the hand shakes 

of our gunpoint allies