A Sonnet for Anna

by Robert Vaughan

When you're sold into slavery

blushing bride to a rebel toting

a sawed-off shotgun at the altar

when your schoolgirl reverie

is choked, forced to swallow

yet another drug-riddled dogma

when your parents are

shredded, quarantined, killed

the world seems a remove

behind the lens of cameras

and phallic microphones

when it appears only women

are despondent and protest, how

then am I a man who cannot rest