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THE MONROE DOCTRINE REDUX

The giants are at it again,

measuring the world with their boots,

calling every place they step

a homeland.

 

America redraws the hemisphere

like a drunk cartographer,

shouting “ours” at anything

that casts a shadow.

They call it doctrine.

Everyone else calls it trespass.

 

China watches from the water,

silent as a tide,

building islands out of patience

and inevitability.

They don’t need to invade.

They just wait

for gravity to do the work.

 

And we ....

a green afterthought in the Pacific .....

pretend invisibility is strategy,

pretend neutrality is armour,

pretend the giants won’t notice

the soft ground beneath our feet.

 

But empires don’t see small nations.

They see resources,

runways,

votes,

and silence.

 

So we practise survival:

the art of not standing

where the boots will fall,

the discipline of smiling

without offering anything,

the ancient skill

of being present

without being claimed.

 

Because the giants

are rehearsing old wars

with new slogans,

and the only thing worse

than being their enemy

is being their example.

 

We know this.

We’ve read the footnotes.

We’ve buried the evidence.

 

All we want

is to avoid becoming

the lesson in their story.

 

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16 January 2026

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Written by
marshal-gebbie
81 / M / Australian
Published
Jan 19
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Notes

this poem never begs to be noticed by the giants it describes.

It speaks to those who already understand the danger.

America is running amok.

China, our biggest trading partner, lurks, looms.

New Zealand is the meat in the sandwich.

What is the answer?

Survival by choreography:

pretend invisibility is strategy,

pretend neutrality is armour.

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