No nation owns this Earth cooled out of the Void
Not even Super-Man Land finger on trigger
No violence more pitiful than suicide

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 30

Who would soil the bed in which he dreams with pride
Which guest will light the fuse to blow up shelter
No violence more pitiful than suicide

None other than humans bent on matricide
Soil not the bed on which you found sleep better
Who would soil the bed in which he dreams with pride

Unless the Master of the House whips his hide
Did not trillions warm the same bed: Donnerwetter!
No violence more pitiful than suicide

Let not the next occupant feel left outside
Leave the welcome mat clean or even cleaner
Who would soil the bed in which he dreams with pride

No nation owns this Earth cooled out of the Void
Not even Super-Man Land finger on trigger
No violence more pitiful than suicide

Nations in rat-race claim progress with false pride
Number One status serves none in the hereafter
Who would soil the bed in which he dreams with pride
No violence more pitiful than suicide

© T. Wignesan – Paris, Posted on P-S.com: 2015