Fool's Paradise (Sonnet) "America at War!" the airwaves cry, Blind to the consequence of what that means When far away, the corpses bleeding lie And Media withholds the limb-strewn scenes. But Mars makes note who worships him, and will Mark hands of brandished arms with blood's red stain 'Till terrorism's rationale instill: That subjects must for leaders' sins be slain. When tribes and peoples are summed in one thought, Tarred with one brush, a brush as blunt as broad, Righteous and wicked to the grave are brought As by America's cannibal sword. To countenance our vile and bloody deeds, War's virus in the nation's bloodstream breeds. April 2003