By Sonya Kassam

Today yesterday tomorrow,
Diplomacy is, was, will be hollow;
Say it like it is
What’s with the “excuse me please?”

Do you, in the boxing match hold back your punch?
Or do you fail to fully exhale? Coat words with honey?
No! Claim back your money!

Is the smell of the dead
covered by a flower spread?
The rupture of seething rage,
smothered by smiles so strange?

Let it be known,
They will reap as they have sown;
Pleasantries, gestures, bowing to false masters

Do you think we won’t see, who the winner will truly be?
Hiding behind diplomacy,
You sell the pride that belongs to me!