infamous pacifists

He shuns all isms,
but blesses iridescent bones with white phosphorus,
the one who spits on Voltaire's honour.
He greets with grim gaze
and bloodshot eyes the Palestinian,
inhuman with no time or desire to grow human.
He smiles mockingly and points his finger at you
that you do not want a strong Europe and prefer a weak peace for the weak,
you damned cacasenno.
These infamous pacifists
who seek neither glory nor justice
but malevolent interstices to wallow in their Franciscan habit with their iPhones.
Drunken liars, they want to be "ists" something
to hide cowardice and juvenile prudery.
Poor bony bones hunched over unread tomes,
elliptical confusion babbling nonsense. Hypocrites.
Blood of Judas, how can one prefer soft intentions
to the hardness of life, to blood, to the ordeal of the righteous?
Distinguishing good from evil counts, not sparing innocent blood,
is a matter of principle,
the Ukrainians cannot fight the ogre's dragons with their chests,
they want weapons, human sacrifice and an uncertain future,
nay, certain of urban debris and cattle theft.
The dawn of the just also dawns on the infamous pacifists unfortunately