DEVIANTS

 

Invaders, forty-seven thousand strong,

Lay hidden, ambush on their feeble minds,

Though cunning.  Each one knows his post among

The brownish hoards, eager to commit their crimes.

 

Such utter impudence intruding here,

As if to lay a claim.  They come and rob

The crumbs beneath my nose.  But I don't fear

These soldiers----I'll annihilate this mob.

 

I spy their base of operation:  inside

My flower pot.  It's all of them against

Just me, but victory is soon in sight----

I'll flood the base of small-time deviants.

 

The last one fallen-----and then, I see a sign:

"Beware, take heed.  There's no place you can hide."

 

 

Barbara Benjamin

English sonnet

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