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Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Socialist Sonnet No. 59

 

Fashioning the Future

 

Finely woven fabric of the nation

Was cloth of gold once, fit for a flag,

Now flagging, becoming threadbare, a rag

Running Into holes, an old creation

Increasingly shoddy and worn too thin

To help keep the poor from exposure. A darn

Here, a patch there, yet too few seem to learn

The whole weave is rotten. Time to begin

A new yarn that everyone can fashion

Into what then best suits their needs, with no

More make do and mend. Now’s the time to sew

Social material together with passion.

Emperors, however, seeking to impress,

Are all naked, no matter how they dress.

 

D. A.

 

 

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