Wine-dark was Iphigenia's slit throat
At Aulis for her father's winds of war.
Ever did the earliest poets note
Power never blinks, for it's sinned before.
Blood soaks the timeless gruesome practices
Of those poised to think they could rule the world:
Druidic butchers seeking accesses
To gory foresight in entrails unfurled;
Beneath the forum girls and slaves entombed
Alive where order purportedly grows;
The role Abraham readily assumed,
Demonstrating the lengths a "great man" goes.
To this day the powerless pay the price
For fiends who lust for human sacrifice.