He changed his handshake to a fist.
He decided to fight us all.
He will find no peace. He must cease
For he is the one who will fall.
He has changed his pen to a sword
But he is not a duelist.
He has not killed, nor is he skilled-
An ineffective pugilist.
He should think twice, before he's lost.
His demise is of his own hand.
We're ready to help this young whelp -
Put out the evil flames he's fanned.
But of course the thing he must do
Is admit that he has been wrong -
He's too insecure. There's no cure-
He has had his way for too long.
He changed his handshake to a fist;
He's in league with the infernal.
He believes his lies - no surprise!
Journey back must be internal.