𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Civil War, Disunity, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

It’s obvious; the split is now too wide.

There is no chance such gaping wounds can heal.

There is no common ground — a stark divide;

No compromise; no way to cut a deal.

But stay united for the common weal?

Forget it — that would surely end in woe.

A separation will a truth reveal —

That old one — all will reap but what they sow.

For one’s intent is high, the other’s low;

And nature’s laws suggest the first will win.

It’s time to end this endless to and fro;

The union must now take it on the chin.

The best outcome would be a swift divorce;

A civil war’s unthinkable of course.

— D.N. O’Brien

Choosing Sides

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Australian poet, Civil War, Divided nations, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

It’s come to this – you must choose where you stand.
No longer can you sit upon the fence.
You must comply, or join the outlaw band.
Become a drone, or keep your soul and sense.
And if you choose the later, your defence
Will need attending to, you’ll be attacked;
For you will be a threat to order, hence
Be on your guard, and counter lie with fact.
The former by their powerful friends are backed;
They have infernal forces on their side.
With “useful fools” their rabid ranks are packed;
You’ll have but logic – and no place to hide.
The choice is yours – I hope you get it right;
You’re not the kind of guy I wish to fight.

Powder Keg

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Australian poet, Balkanization, Civil War, Fragmented Western nations, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, multiculturalism, poem, poetry, Powder kegs, The Balkans, Unstable nations

Powder Keg

It’s doubtful that it’s now a nation.
It’s really a hotchpotch creation,
All split and fragmented,
With nothing cemented –
A model of Balkanization.