A sonnet by Asher Jael

A peculiar love sonnet

Old Albany has homed a true romance
Of patriotism and racism
Which stand hand in hand, yet unembarrassed
As they turn people against immigration

It was sixty-eight when Powell charmed the snake
The genteel, perverse nationalist hand
Walking his fingers across our napes
In search of apples foreign to this land

Colonialism has long been taboo
yet the patriot still celebrated
Who continue to fly red white and blue
And sip with Bacchus when agitated

With pride hold your glasses to your flagpole
and drink to your gut’s delight, you sorry souls

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