Shadow Wars
While the tide of warfare seems to recede,
And while we contract our security,
Media reports once again misread
The flotsam of drifting impurity.
The perils of being unpopular
Drown out the worry, flush out the dissent.
Murkiness shades what appears regular
And silently begins to circumvent.
Drone strikes and electronic surveillance
Wallow in the depths of wading coverture.
We sink in obscured hypervigilance,
Halting waves of ‘terrorism' through torture.
There is no diplomacy yet pursued.
In the shadows, all are being subdued.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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