When I have fears my rule may cease to be
   Before my jumbled mouth has joined my brain,
Before stockpiles of arms and weaponry,
   Reveal the scope of all I'd like to reign;
When I behold, upon Don Rumsfeld's face
   'Neath clouded brows, that hunted glance,
And think that we may not escape disgrace
   For buying, with men's blood, commercial chance;
And when I feel, Blair, ally of dark hours,
   That I shall not have you to sucker more,
Nor have such smokescreen for our greedy powers
   Of spectrum dominance; then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone and know
That power and guile, to judgement one day go.

                    (Apologies to John Keats)