Every Noble Field

Having been exposed
to world wars in the past
When their ghetto sons left
Risking everything
to take
a social step,
Only,
to return,
to the
same place,
more null,
devoid,
and derelict,
than ever,
and now,
forever...

Or,
to have been,
poured,
mixed,
with the torrent
of
smouldering,
liquid,
burning,
muck,

one
of such
a volume
making
Niagara Falls
just,
a slow,
dripping,
tap,
by comparison,
and all of it,
cascading...

Falling,
with an
immense,
downward
force,
into
the open sewer
that has,
since,
never
been
closed
and,
into which
during just
those two
double ewe
prefixed
conflicts,
enough
'resources'
were
tossed
(that's you
and me,
sister),
to otherwise
have advanced
the progress

in
every
noble field
of
civilised
human endeavour,

hundreds
of
years.