A Poem by T. Wark
BUFFOONERY
"Because of our
war,"
He said,
"The world will be more peaceful
"And the world will be more free."
Alice! Allice! Girl!
Come now.
Where are you and where's the queen
And the hare and the Chessire cat?
"We brook no dissent,"
He said,
"We'll make a world more peaceful,
"We'll make a world more free."
You!! Diseased Afghan child!
Arise!
A Messiah cometh from the west
But easeth not what he begat.
"O, righteousness,
"'Tis ours,"
He said, all alight with peace,
"Soon the world will be more free."
"Show me this 'freedom,'"
She said,
Stoned and shamed for "adultery,"
In another land so liberated.
"I'm a uniter not a divider,"
He said,
Even while cleaving yet anew
The gulf twixt the poor and the "free."
But civil nations shun us now,
Even
Our former allies take flight
From hegemony unabated.
Still the buffoon stands,
and says,
"The world will be more peaceful,
And the world will be more free."
We let him rule with utter lies,
This fool,
His "up" is down, his "peace" is
war:
And thus the greater fools are we.