Another War

No lack of distractions
Entangles us
In superficial pursuits.

Daily the sun rises,
And surprises in store for us
Are overlooked or hurried over.

Clover is a common enough
Carpet on the forest floor;
It covers many a city plot, too.

What would we do without
The simple signs of plenty?

Milk and bread, meat and wine,
Everything fine and fulsome
Contributes to our livelihood.

The good is easily
Distinguished from the bad,
Yet we cannot rid ourselves
Of leaders who have had
Their hearts consumed by greed.

What we need is to
Deliver the oppressed.

Our best intentions
Have been set aside,
In the name of patriotic pride.

Too many people have already died.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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