Sunday Poetry: Rose Styron

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What shall we sing
on the crest of a war
all sense we ride wrong
save the mad boy in power
deaf to the cries
deep in cities and forests
tuned only to praise
from his patriot chorus?
What anthems or lullabies
soon can restore us
after we killed the children?

3/03

(Published at Poets Against The War.)

-- Rose Styron