Doggerel for Kissinger’s Tomb

“When Kissinger won the Nobel Peace Prize, satire died.” - Tom Lehrer
 
Rest in peace, Henry,
your work has been done,
the bodies are littered
by race and by ton.
 
The chicken-egg tree
has withered in flame,
its once protectees
have all done the same.
 
And in the east
a boy recalls
the yard where watermelons grew,
as on that yard a warhead falls.
 
But Benjamin says
the lad is a threat,
so on Ramadan
it’s orphaned he’ll get.
 
So rest in peace, Henry,
your work has been done.
The organising of bodies
is done by height, by weight, by ton.