T Wignesan Poet Villanelle

Villanelle: Strike - and You Sign Your Own Death Warrant

Villanelle : Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !

   for Obama, a swell chap he may have been or may yet be

Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !
   Wild men’ll come a-gunning avenge their own god
Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot ?

Come they’ll too clad in black : King and President
   All muttering under breath : « The Old Sod ! »
Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !

You’ll have time to rue what a lone strike meant
   Your shores were never at stake nor your Lord
Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot?

Those who build iron walls know they can’t hunt
   Must the World be sacrificed for one god ?
Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !

When d’you strike back for the Sandyhook Lent
   The NRA strikes back and call you : « Sod »
Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot ?

Be the Statesman and make every word count
   Bring the toddler gods to the feet of God
Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !
Is the wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot?

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013

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