Home Rule

nations seized

by vitriolic tyrants,

roaming the roads

below the soul,

youngsters

with fists buried deep

in the rancid candy bowl.

i gather

their shredded wrappers

into the womb of being,

the entanglement of solidarity

beyond the mirage

of reality.

armies clash their cymbals

as i dance

on the untethered winds,

knowing they are all my children,

the judges and the forgiven,

subject to nature’s discipline.

the breath of love

caresses waters within,

and they shall never win.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art by Gustav Klimt, Portraits of Hope II

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