A Forsaken Sheriff: A Deadly Peril

To the Planet Earth, party on! No tragic end is coming - a rhyming poem on WW3 avoidance.

Lacing breath with much profanity.
A tragic loss, a crude inanity;
A victory is true insanity;
Party thwarting all humanity.

Volunteering use of tariffs,
Fairer trade, avoiding cliffs;
Negotiating with the sheriffs;
Global structure, warring stiffs.

Lower prices, rates in order;
Legal crossings at the border.
Lessen spending and disorder,
Advances in AI’s recorder.

The second try, a fledgling tree.
Supplant the curse and potency
Of facing life in World War 3;
The policies may come to be…

Dedication to Trump’s service,
Fear so loathsome, makes us nervous -
Winding straits will nary curve us;
Coming darkness might not swerve us.

The purses of the rich get fatter;
Fallen legal straits just chatter.
The criminality does matter.
Casey is the same old batter.