Take me home

a war-torn villanelle

James Khan
Nov 11 · 1 min read
source: www.newsweek.com

Oh, take me home from foreign seas of sand
Where beetles swarm and camel-weed grows wild,
I’ve seen too much and now I understand

The hollow promise echoed by the land
Of victory with nothing reconciled,
Oh, take me home from foreign seas of sand!

I draw the cross of Jesus with my hand
As bodies of my brethren lay defiled,
I’ve seen too much and now I understand

That nothing ever gives without demand,
I spy the smoking fragments of a child-
Oh, take me home from foreign seas of sand!

The villages with freedom on-remand
Upon which fate has never truly smiled,
I’ve seen too much and now I understand

With war as business, death becomes a brand
And we become the thing we most reviled,
Oh, take me home from foreign seas of sand!
I’ve seen too much and now I understand.

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