This

by Ron Lucas / July 23rd, 2017

Over 200 years,
And the bombs
Have never stopped
Bursting in air.

And my
Daughter asked
Last Tuesday:

“What does ‘jingoism’
mean?”

I opened the
window
On the fireworks,
The flagsucking,
Blood-soaked
Celebrants,
The burning flesh
On the grills,
Making a pleasing
Odor in the
Nostrils
Of The Lord
Of war,
The Lord of
Corpses and killers,
Of brain eaten
Zombies.

“This,” I said.
“Sweetheart, it
Means all of

This.”

Ron Lucas is an autodidactic, former factory and warehouse laborer. His poetry has appeared, off and on, in various publications for years. Read other articles by Ron.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 23rd, 2017 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.