When you don’t say what you mean – a new poem by Sonya Kassam

Diplomacy Today

Today yesterday tomorrow
Diplomacy is was will be hollow
Say it like it is
What’s with the “excuse me please?”
Do you, in the boxing match
Hold back the power of your punch?
Or do you fail
To fully exhale?
Coat words with honey?
No! Claim back your money!
Is the smell of the dead
Covered by a flower spread?
The rupture of seething rage
Smothered by smiles so strange?
Let it be known
They will reap as they have sown
Pleasantries gestures
Bowing to false masters
Do you think we don’t see
Who the winner will truly be?
Hiding behind diplomacy
You sell the pride that belongs to me

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