The war
or so I thought,
was over there
- while here
I sat and squabbled
stubborn, unyielding,
persisting for principle,
with the small, the stingy,
the petty cruel abusers,
but now ...
now I see:
they were as vicious
determined and powerful
as any other evil,
and their aim
was to keep the fight
and people
here
distracted, half hearted,
weakening the there
by weakening the here
- a campaign unknown,
but still as real,
still as valid
as any Ain Jalut, Talas,
or Lille,
a struggle willed
against them
as much as they
against we,
and they ..
the losers ...
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