Meager host

The hawk that spews in warring tones,
Has crowned this meager host
With gaptoothed grinning skull and bones,
Perched askew on Wisdom's ghost.

The shudder of a bronze sword clash
Hangs from wrist of power raw,
As the metal grinding torsos gnash
Against uncommon law.

In torrents that deny appeal,
With arrogance in every stride
Has turned about on jackboot heel,
And overruns the tide.

This shell of distant meager host
Transforms the savage into boast.