20 Jan 2017 – Sonnet

Dark spectres rise and sing without a sound,
unfurling hatred’s flags. They fill the streets
as anguished hearts like polished jack-boots pound
the sternum where two foreign nation’s meet
divided by a common tongue and creed –
divided by a single dream of state.
Two doppelganger fears, one common seed:
twins bound together to a common fate.
One vision – one man’s heaven – very hell
for each man’s next door neighbor, each one fears
his neighbor’s gain. Whose freedoms must he sell
to guard his own from fools who’d interfere?
Who asks for quarter when they think they’re right?
No quarter will be offered, in this night.

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