Prophets and pundits
are losing their souls
as the rites of the righteous right
lose their meaning.
The thunder in their voices
cracks;
lightning has struck.
The iron curtain is shredded--
tinfoil.
The German wall is chiseled away
brick by red brick.
As towers topple in the East,
victory is here,
and defeat is but a breath away.
Whom do we hate now?
Whom do we hate now?
Surely they must wonder,
cannot the situation be righted?
From 1988