In the sea of words
among the currents and sweeping tides
all the flotsam drifts among the eddies
retweated rhetoric
overheated oratory
(makes a fellow go all Spiro)
long for the simpler days of lance and joust)
But but but
False narrative has not arrived with bot armies
For long has blood been stirred by fancy words
and stirred enticed to battle and there betrayed
and those betrayed, they paid

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Siegfried Sassoon World War I soldier/poet

The word kindling is so telling. So many are so ready to be lit, and fired up, ready to aim at “the other” any who are not us. Narrow are the lines being drawn today, and severe will be the cost.

It is a sunny day in Madrid,
cheers,

b

Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.

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