by Sean Dempsey When the shots were quiet and the dust was blown…When last all my innocence I’d outgrown—When I’d fought and killed, hands stained red,The last one standing, or so they said— I rose and looked around the Killing FieldWhere no broken soul was ever healed.And I yearned to find someone to hate;I sought […]
By Sean Dempsey February 12, 2026 Today’s Republican Party often resembles an 11-year-old boy’s action-figure fantasy. Many in the GOP base, predominantly angry men, are acting out a macho daydream: blustering about “toughness” toward enemies foreign and domestic. They thump their chests about cracking down on Iran, putting the boot on the head of illegal […]
By Sean Dempsey, 03/31/25 The sun sank low on Lilac Lane;The stars began to peep.And laughter rang from mouths of men Who’d never yet known grief. With meat and wine their hearts were glad—Their tables richly spread.Till sudden came the radio’s cry: “A bomb shall strike,” it said! Then silence fell like Yahweh’s tomb, […]
