Vladimir Goes to the Circus (Kill Me Now)

Take a seat at the circus, the rest of the world is here.
Your status as an onlooker is luxurious to say the least,
although you seem to be strangely frozen in your seat.
You should ready yourself for a spectacular show,
see the ghostly clowns in the circus ring, Grozny, Aleppo,
and more you know, so don't say you weren't forewarned.
My good friends war and strife arrived early at the ring and
reserved the best seat for me. They knew my mind at the
outset and prepared the ground for us three.
But if you know what's good for you you'll kill me now
and learn to suck-up the consequent pain,
I'll only start to grimace and growl and lose all sense
of proportion, denying what I might have been,
and when I start to get aggressive, as I surely will,
I'll lash out with flailing fist and vicious kick,
piling up bricks to throw at anyone who dares,
pulling bombs from my back pocket and lobbing them
into the ring the very moment the lions start to perform.
I have the capacity to commit such crimes on a massive scale,
murder at one remove is such a simple, abstract thing for me.
You may try to appease me and mitigate my rage
but I strongly advise you to heed my words
and to kill me now before it's far too late,
before I make a desert of this once fertile place
and all you can do through gritted teeth
is to welcome it as some fragile kind of peace.