(in lieu of) World Peace
I’d lob more than a missive toward a country
of tyrants. Hell, I write expletives with indelible
pen on delivery vans that cut me off in traffic,
squash a spider that drops onto dusty desk.
Can’t call the cops or International Criminal
Court so let us call it Zen Revenge.
Rip the noxious weed from the soil, shoo
defecating pigeons from eaves, wipe shitty
shoes on neighbours’ welcome mat if
they fail to pick up after prized pooch.
World is going to the dogs, scammers,
warmongers and barking billionaires so
there can be no peace without retribution
and retribution starts at home. Try it.
It feels so good, so Greek myth,
so Old Testament (Samuel 1 15:3)
so Holy Land. Become proficient;
find yourself recommending it,
you Bad Influencer. Satisfying
opportunities abound for those
who are out of cheeks to turn,
are tired of feeling limp, who
live in silent outrage and just
need to savour getting even.
Controlled breathing is best,
plan ahead, stealth advised.
©2024 Allan Lake All rights reserved.

Allan Lake is a migrant poet from Allover, Canada who now lives in Allover, Australia. Coincidence. He has published poems in 20 different countries. His latest chapbook of poems, entitled ‘My Photos of Sicily’, was published by Ginninderra Press. It contains no photos, only poems.


