The Eagle and the Bear
Again, the bear growls and the eagle flaps,
Claws and talons brandished, bristling with pride,
Each self-righteous, claiming the other lied,
Another squabble over lines on maps
Drawn and redrawn at the beck of capital.
Markets tremble, armies muster and march,
While those with only their labour to sell
Are, too often, employed in martial hell,
Not heeding lessons history has to teach.
How many stones need to be cut and dressed,
Assembled into cenotaphs, then incised
With gilded names of the slaughtered? How prized
Is rhetoric when profits are assessed?
Whichever country victory chooses,
The world entire, and its future, loses.
D. A.
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