There are no good guys on Syria.
In Syria all hell broke loose
When Syrians dared to solicit
What the Elders do champion
Only for themselves.
There are no good guys in the gallery
Of civilized practical wisdom
Once the curtain is evenly drawn
Over the UFC Arena
Of superpower clash.
So many hordes of brainpower
Are gathered, if only to mimic
The carnage of flesh and of promise
Throughout the virtual spheres.
And what has become of their talking
Or writing or sending a message,
When so many classmates and pen palls
Behold but revenge in refuge?
There are no good guys on Syria,
Iraq or Iran or the Afghans,
In the age of the instant spectator
And the commentary foes.
I seek not the mercy of lions,
But only the goodwill of people
Who stab with their souls from the grandstand,
With so many mirrors around,
Reflecting our human condition,
The naked resemblance of brothers,
Apart by the distance of power
And freedom to choose what we do.
I reach with my hand to my pocket.
It’s empty, although it does shelter
My human, disgraceful agenda
That’s called an opinion today.
December 28th, 2021