Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Our Children Will Ask Us What We Did in 2024 - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Our Children Will Ask Us What You Did in 2024

 

 

            Thus was th’ applause they meant,

Turned to exploding hiss, triumph to shame

Cast on themselves from thir own mouths.

 

Milton, Paradise Lost, X.545-547

 

 

Have we not learned?

 

The Zeppelinfield, the Kroll Opera House

The Great Hall of 10,000 People

The Hippodrome, the Piazza Venetia

Red Square, and the Quicken Loans Arena

 

Weak beings subsumed within one commanding Will

Adoring with glistening eyes and beating hearts

A strident oligarchy of destiny

Chanting obscurities and pumping fists

 

But when the chanting stops and foul diktats roll –

Will you - will I? - be a defiant soul?

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