Wednesday, August 18, 2021

Socialist Sonnet No. 46

The Masque of Procrustes

(An Afghan Tragedy)

 

A ghastly vision in myopic minds,

Procrustean rule imposed to excuse

Violence perpetrated on all who refuse

To submit. Pity the free thinker who finds

Reason being utterly discounted

Or worse, becoming a capital crime.

Governance by shibboleth finds its time,

With terror of superstition mounted.

 

Doubtless, the common weal will be retarded

By whoever wields the Kalashnikov,

Ballots of bullets see opponents off,

While boundaries are strictly drawn and guarded.

 

As tyranny’s victory is being won,

Capital wonders, what deals can be done?

 

D. A.

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