Thank you who read these words,
friends, men, women, children,
gays, trans, minorities, everybody
who shepherded this poet
into the wilderness and out
again, ensconced and cradled
in hands, on laps, in hearts.
in the passenger seat while
I drove from border town
to watering hole,
to the city center
to sip cappuccinos,
nibble cake and sit back
and smile together
at the surreal stories clowns
as politicians unfurled
to bamboozle us
as we stared catatonic
at the latest declaration
of war against our neighbor
and friend, and war against
every value our mother
taught us to believe,
for the greater good
and the more fitting society,
handed over on a tray
to the Butcher of Queens,
the Bogey Man of the Tower,
the Quack who says he will stop
this and that war in the first hour
on his first day
(...or the day after..,or never).
Indran Amirthanayagam c) November 27, 2024
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