Socialist Sonnet No. 103
Was there ever an unjustified war
In which profit and national vanity
Weren’t declared? The loss of humanity
Always, it seems, an acceptable score.
Slaughter becomes a mere mundanity,
Even as rhetorical voices soar
And conflicting ambitions would restore
Personal advancement through calamity.
Those who count themselves as superior
Visionaries, infallible succeeders,
Plot and contrive each other’s undoing.
Meanwhile those considered inferior,
The other ranks, could look beyond leaders
And determine they’re all worth eschewing.