Diplomacy VII - Death Tourism

So here and there, in these less than fun times, I feel the need to cynically, and some might say insensitively, talk about politics on the page. Usually, most of my Diplomacy series has two markers -

1. It opens with “I’m not a diplomat, I just lie a lot”

2. It goes directly to my drawer.

But seeing as everybody is already fighting on one street or another, I thought - why not arm myself with a blunt object (my drawer) and go online?

Results inbound -

Diplomacy VII- Death Tourism

Springtime is here, the missiles are in bloom

Ran out of Kiev, nearly forgot my tomb

Tel Aviv and Tehran just started to dance

I'd bring my dancing shoes if I got the chance

Washington is never next, Putin sleeps all too well

Somewhere, somehow - Khamenei is smiling up from hell

The whole world will look like Khan Yunus

A smoke plume rises from Nablus

Maduro on an overnight flight - eye covers ready

Cuba and Haiti, earthquake rockin steady

But I bought their freedom on a Saudi buck

And the UN never really gave a fuck

If you can't beat em - join em

Never again again

We don't ever gotta stop

As long as we cut the fault and bring a mop

So for the final time -

I'm not a diplomat - I just lie a lot

I'd stop but...

I've got no reason to.