It wearies me to read of World War II —
puts me to sleep —
the plans and strategies, initiatives and blunders
Yet I get caught up hoping for “our side” —
I wonder . . .

Though I’ve been too sophisticated
to be self-satisfied in comfort, in my privilege,
though I’m aware how very far
this country is from free,
What have I risked
in my armchair condemnation
of the bland rule of corporatocracy?

How am I strong?
How does my daily life uphold
a sense of freedom, justice, decent life for all?
Where is my courage?
And how would I fare
if we were faced with homeland war?

©Wendy Mulhern
May 9, 2015