Socialist Sonnet No. 101
Whoever laid the charge and blew the breach,
Careless of life, loosed an insurgency
Of water terror, intended to be
Overwhelming as far as it could reach
Across No-Man’s-Land, purged of production,
With people flushed away and occupied
Only on maps generals use to decide
Where next is to be marked for destruction.
If they’re on the ‘winning side’ dam busters
Become heroes granted medals and plaques,
Feature films glorifying their attacks
Are box office for history’s adjusters.
Meanwhile the drowned must remain drowned for good,
Their earth, their future submerged by the flood.