Poets' Corner
These days of imperial aggression
These days
Of conflicting fullness
This precluding era of transition
Is not for solemn jestering
These last days
Of Babylon's rule
Is no place
For puppets and fools.
These are the days
When our young -
They must work dreams into reality
And the old -
They must bear painful visions
As they have borne their laughter.
Let this thing
As it has been coming
Come to a head
For surely we have dwelleth too long
In the bowels of this void
In the belly of this beast.
Lasana M. Sekou,
Staten Island,
New York, USA
FOR OPINIONS THAT CHALLENGE YOUR BELIEFS WHERE ELSE BUT IN TALKING DRUMS
