by Scot Young
--HaikuSonnet
it’s raining as I
sit here with a stash of two
buck chuck’s finest wine
we drink in paper
cups celebrating when the
sun sits directly
at the equator
a world away we ignore
rape torture murder
it is a movement of time
a darfur fast march to death
ignored genocide
while we buy organic sprouts,
wine at trader joe’s
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