From the Philosopher King’s honey glazed eyes,

To the inelegant Emperor’s Crimea lies.

The Island deciding to go alone,

While the Continent faces familiar foes.

Religious extremism; blood spattered streets;

No enemy in sight; no end of defeats.

From invisible homeless, to those cloistered in tower,

From those without, to those with power.

Flow obstructed, the waters grow stagnant;

Sadism transcending the victorious flagellant.

The song of our species, that delicacy of gore;

Not in my name, not any more.


©DJA 2017 – Names changed to protect the guilty.

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