Pernicious canker; indiscriminate spitefulness
Teases with capricious exhibitions of salubriousness
Clan chief Strachan stricken
Consequently, brood akin to felines on tin roof scorching
Seven years canker has taunted caricature
Norn man ponders if he fragmented mirror in 2010.
Similar to Damocles sabre, malignancy menaces
Jeering at chief’s brood from position incurable
It’s presence sickens Strachans
No ransom can return table head’s wellbeing
Canker seeks not riches, objective to torment the stricken
Vindictive illness; bereft of humanity.
Where’s thou compassion hateful tumours?
Did mother not teach her bastard son glory of benevolence?
Possessor of no endearing features thee
Maybe one day presence will be conspicuous by absence
Science and your foes altruism may just prevail
Meaning war can be won, not just sporadic battles.
