History’s Victims Sonnet



History’s Victims’ Sonnet 

History’s victims loiter in my mind

Passing paper bagged bottles back and forth

Saying dangerous things that aren’t that kind

Angry words felt, to try to find due north

These no-where drunkards pontificate on

Discussing their failed loser ideas

Under the street light of victor’s great fun

Like school yard “talking story’s” a career

Still, I cannot evict them from their dreams

Of worth, value and righteous justice

Though I’m told they’re players on losing teams

There’s a nobility in their roughness

The true American soul loves losers

‘Cause we know that’s who god really chooses

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