A Reactionary Sonnet for ANZAC Day 2024
by John Kendall Hawkins
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It's ANZAC Day here in the deep dark down under,
and so, time to celebrate the monster virtues
of warfare, rapaciousness, of love and honor,
and sitting up straight, quicksmart, among the church roos.
To self-mythologize and wax sentimental --
these kindlinesses we can no longer afford,
what with the Chinese going all bucky dental
over Taiwan, and the Yanks gone out of their gourd.
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The last ANZAC is dead and the puffed up parades
have no meaning, which is just as well, as the poms
are waving union jacks again, and the past fades,
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