Political Power Grows…?
Demagogue exposed on the podium,
Madding throng milling…then pop-pop-pops,
Sirens and screams as the demagogue drops.
Some shooter has measured his odium
In bullets, calculating salvation
Is just one shot away; he can decide
The future. Only, the one who has died
Never intended to lead the nation.
Missiles into a children’s cancer ward,
Munitions are indiscriminate tools
When employed to dismantle homes and schools:
And what has offensive violence secured?
The pyric victory of vanity,
Immiseration of humanity.
D. A.