The Pulley
Napoleon’s men marched on Moscow
And promptly perished.
So did Hitler’s men!
Once the US wanted to ‘save’ Vietnam,
Made life miserable—
For both Americans and the Vietnamese.
Then, Iraq grew restless
And wanted Kuwait back.
For China,
It was Tibet then, Taiwan now,
Anything else tomorrow,
Without which how can the nation rest in peace?
For Pakistan it is the valley.
Back home, now a motif,
Now a topos, some rallying point.
It is all déjà vu, isn’t it?
Perhaps it’s the Law:
Let them be rich and restless;
Or poor and weary!
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Copyright © Ram R. V. | Year Posted 2017
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