Keely's Villanelle: Somewhere Close to Home

The warmth of the sun

The chill of the shade

The glint from the gun

Simple summer fun

Slowly starting to fade

With the warmth of the sun

Where can you run

To forget about the raid

And the glint from the gun

Compassion they shun

And honor they trade

With the warmth of the sun

Justice for none

The debt has been paid

With the glint from the gun

Let’s hope they’ve won

This war that they made

For the warmth of the sun

With the glint of the gun