From a Distance, Everything Looks the Same

When the fire storms come, and the multitudes perish,
I will be pleased that I'm here, far away from
The blusterers, war mongers, makers of weapons
(And profits) whose misdeeds set cities aflame.
When the Asians arrive, and they settle their scores,
I will try to learn Mandarin, I won't complain,
Having already lived in the way that their viceroys
Will say that we should: there can be no dissent;
There can be no disunity; we will be one, and the state
Will sustain us exactly as businesses did in those
Dismal years before the war. A viceroy, post holocaust,
Plutocrats now; it's good to be here, far away.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-10 at 01:14

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