"Shepherd and Sheep in a Moonlit Lane" by John Atkinson Grimshaw‘A Communist Specter Haunts the West’ by Adam Jon Miller The Society August 22, 2017 Deconstructing Communism, Poetry 1 Comment A Villanelle “The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those that speak it.” —George Orwell From the first green grass we navigate— Through days & nights of wake & sleep— Down this road that leads to our house of hate. When the wise are fools, it’s far too late— Kneels a shepherd down to beg his sheep. From the first green grass we navigate. When fish have feet & man is bait, Hail dirt—hail dust—burn brooms—don’t sweep! Down this road leads to a house of hate. While a city ruined must face its fate, Still a law that lives, so rare, worth keep. From the first green grass we navigate. Say something—anything—they lock the gate. Because they, my friend, are meek—skin-deep. Down this road leads to a house of hate. When wrong is right, most celebrate. Nearly dead—the truth—yet few will weep. From the first green grass we navigate Down this road that leads to our house of hate. Adam Jon Miller earned a degree in English and Creative Writing from the University of Kansas. He currently resides in Northwest Florida with his wife and two children where he co-manages a family real estate brokerage. Related Post ‘Beneath Brambles’ and Other Poetry by Karen She... Beneath Brambles A villanelle Beneath the tangled brambles, look around. Vines creeping, smothering, create the dark. A trillium insists her blo... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response James Sale August 22, 2017 An ambitious poem – I like it. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.