Socialist Sonnet No. 73

Against the Grain

 

Ships with empty holds, silos stuffed with grain,

Millions of famished bellies needing bread,

Loaves can divide the living from the dead;

Simple equation, no need to explain.

Only, no ship may approach the Ukraine

While Russia continues to be misled,

Reason's become a refugee that’s fled

And war kills more than soldiers once again.

Canting leaders of the Atlantic pact,

Striking moral postures without a blush,

Condemn Moscow for acting as they act

Whenever they decide it’s time to crush

Some vassal state deserving to be sacked.

Sovereignty’s then silenced by deathly hush!

 

D. A.