Today's poem is by Ned Balbo
Holy Wars for Us
No Holy Wars far them; the most the small
Can ever give us is a nuisance brawl.
Robert Frost, "No Holy Wars for Them"
Frost's world is gone, if it was ever here.
States strong enough to do good bring, instead,
more wrong than he imagined. Every year,
they offer threats designed to silence dread
(nothing restores the confidence they've lost),
and brute force self-perpetuating, vast.
Frost, are you listening? Those states too small
break into tribes that rise up in a rage
of bloodshed that won't stop. The nuisance brawl
is sneak attack and murder, ancient page
and verse updated to record the crimes
that add up, death by death, to countless lifetimes.
The great lose ground. What should they guard it with?
Real bombs explode all rhetoric and myth.
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