Shutdown Sonnet by Angela Gabrielle Fabunan

Who knew the word shutdown would cause such chaos?
After all, we shutdown the computer every day,
shut the cell off, shut the door, have a seat,
turn down the lights, we should be accustomed to it.

Because for governments who shut some people out
and shuts down most, this is not an anomaly—
what more can we expect from those who don’t know
the difference between the shutter of a gun and #trigger.

We shudder in the grasp of the twittering elite
who refuse to flick open their country’s doors
to the tired and the poor and the huddled masses,
it’s utter sublimation, a feat, turning away from disaster.

“Shut up!” No way you’re going to shoot me
Down, to yet another paper crumpling in your palm.

 

*credit:

line 11 is taken from Emma Lazarus “The New Colossus”

line 12 is taken partly from Edith Tiempo “Bonsai”

and partly from W.H. Auden’s “Musée des Beaux Arts”

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