Monday Morning Poetry, August 21

The Enemy

 

Pogo claims the enemy is us,

you and me in our ugliness.

 

No need to look at a foreign nation

nor a fifth column within.

No, we have but to look in the mirror

for our foe.

 

And when seen, perhaps in old age,

we are, at the Lord’s command,

to love “our” enemy with supreme gentleness.

 

Then, and only then, does peace arrive.

 

Robert Morneau