UNWANTED

Cease-fire and armistice,
   And one clear call from me;
"God, may there be no Nuremberg justice,
   When voters don't want me!"

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
   Suppressed though it may be,
Will wake when crimes, that drew it from the deep,
   Turn back on me.

Flashlights and evening news,
   And after that the night.
And may I 'scape the warrant that pursues,
   Me to indict.

For though out of my hands, by US will,
   I sold their war widely;
"Dear God, let me not pay the butcher's bill
   When courts alone want me!"

  (Apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

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