by Eugene Datta
They’re calling it a one-man war: waged
on one man’s behalf by tens of thousands,
against a country of millions, hurting
everyone everywhere, across all borders,
no matter what colors our national flags are
—yellow and blue or blue, white and red—
or where we live: in other words, a war
against all of us: one man’s war against
all men, women and children: alive or yet-
to-be-born: one man’s war against life:
just so we know: one man’s war against
life.
Eugene Datta's writing has appeared in publications such as Poetry Bay, the Richmond Review, the Far Eastern Economic Review, the Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, West Coast Line (currently Line) and Poetry Salzburg. He lives and works in Germany.
