Sunday, January 04, 2026

Socialist Sonnet No. 217

Executive Action

 

Whine of drones is a clear indication

Diplomacy is not being considered.

Legitimacy’s readily deferred

Concerning judgement of a rogue nation.

It’s the will of the Commander in Chief

That can decide upon robust action

To eliminate a capital faction,

Disregarding the terror and the grief.

Borders are not sacrosanct boundaries,

Sovereignty not so sovereign after all.

Which governments rise, succeed or fall

Is subject to the markets’ vagaries.

Sound of drones is sycophants eulogising

The great leader whose stock, it seems, is rising.

 

D. A.   

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