From these shores,
To many others,
Red,
Blue,
Green,
Flag after flag,
Of all stripes,
Strawmen are erected,

Fallacies are spawned,
Ideas are distorted,
And eviscerated,
To sate a tribal idealism,
Debates become bloodbaths,
Scholars lose themselves,
And become cut-throats,
With fallacious dirks,

Being right is the only victory,
Even as sense must be sacrificed,
Herbal teas spilled,
The diplomatic table is in flames,
Chessboards and statistics,
Logic has become smoke,
The strawman still stands.

Comments
  1. grumpygorman says:

    I want to share this, it’s wonderful.. but what did you mention your full moniker was last time? I want to make sure i represent with accuracy πŸ˜‰

  2. shauna says:

    Yes, the straw man still stands. For better or for worse…πŸ˜‘
    Love the art with the poem, lol
    Great job!

  3. Ana says:

    Hey there! For being the terrifically amazing writer that you are, I nominated you for the #sunshinebloggeraward.
    https://achillesheelpoetry.wordpress.com/2020/05/17/the-sunshine-blogger-award/

    • Osharlequin says:

      I consider this a great honour, however I don’t tend to do these kind of award posts anymore my friend.
      I honestly hope that is alright. ❀️

      The Oldschool Harlequin

  4. Ana says:

    Just wanted to let you know that you are amazing at what you do!!
    It is perfectly fine if you do not.

  5. For good or ill, people will type things to each other on social media they would never say in person.

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