The Knaves Potential

Are the Beatitudes now so undone
That we are the flipside of jihad's coin
Treating the Hun to one more bombing run
Betwixt distractions of bling and loin?
Then rebuilt towers represent defeat
And not the sought for triumph of the west.
We, as well then, are dogs waiting for a treat
And not shining knights passing chivalry's test.
We are meritless wizards of technique,
An Archimedes screw going both ways,
To give alternating progress oblique;
Sometimes trending up...then only belays,
Like gigantic ships upon bergs of ice
Sinking...in an untapped ocean of nice!