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.