Socialist Sonnet No. 103
Fall Out
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.
D. A.
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