Political Power Grows…?
Demagogue
exposed on the podium,
Madding
throng milling…then pop-pop-pops,
Sirens and screams
as the demagogue drops.
Some shooter
has measured his odium
In bullets,
calculating salvation
Is just one
shot away; he can decide
The future.
Only, the one who has died
Never
intended to lead the nation.
Missiles
into a children’s cancer ward,
Munitions
are indiscriminate tools
When
employed to dismantle homes and schools:
And what has
offensive violence secured?
The pyric
victory of vanity,
Immiseration
of humanity.
D. A.
No comments:
Post a Comment