21 Aug 2016 – Sonnet

A stranger in the heart-land of my birth,
surrounded by these children boasting nukes
with will enough to prove their doubtful worth
by bombing cities. Swelling fear rebukes
our hubris – so you’d hope. We pay no heed,
believing we’re excepted from the Law
of Time and God, and trust, in fact, our deeds
will earn for us the world’s esteem and awe.
And here I watch and wait to see what comes.
Our streets are filled with angry words, and guns,
and waving flags, while warhawks beat their drums,
the masses cheering what a sane man shuns.
Do I myself belong where crazed men shout
“let’s build a wall to shut the whole world out!”?

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