Poem: The World Sandbox

Poem: The World Sandbox

K. Titchenell

Illustration: Childhood Sandbox by Marussiac

That sandbox isn’t where I’d play
The big boy’s playing there today

He has the strength; he has the weight
Beware, he’s waiting at the gate

He’s got a clique of sycophants
untying bows and pulling pants

And when he stumbles we all cheer
(But not so loud that he can hear)

The sandbox of the world today
Is not a pleasant place to play

Though we know nothing from afar
Of how they speak nor where they are

Every country near and far
May be the target of our war

We have the satellites, the drones
We’ve bugs in everybody’s phones

And all those sycophantic lands
Dare not refuse us our demands

And when we stumble, billions cheer
(but not so loud that we can hear)

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2 comments

  1. david eberhardt dorothydayleftist

    Lessons from movie: “12 Years a Slave”

    People today
    Still enslaved.

    We have more people than they do…
    We can “take them”;
    Fight back/choose the moment…
    Ally w the Indians?
    (they can’t even dance) (just kidding)
    Choose the time.
    Where’s the timer?

    Initials J B (John Brown) ?
    Or Dorothy Day?

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