
This is how it ends, nothing like how it began
Time has turned the page,
The sage left with nothing to say
I walk away, crossing a border
An artificial line across a very real divide
Never to turn back and see your eyes looking my way
It began rough but smooth seas calmed our waves
Blessed with bounteous apathy
We looked within
Fun mirrors,
Distorted images of the world outside
Called us beautiful
Star spangled, blinded by the light, we walked
Into the stormy sea
Drowned in our iniquity
What happened?
Orange and red hues blinded us
Our lack of luxuries
Caused us to grasp at straws
Build our house on a strawman’s lies
We cried fake tears when he blew it down
Sharpened our knives
Ready to cut ourselves, a new deal.
Now we stand
I’m not standing for that
Ten toes down
Down and out
At a bridge we can’t cross
Bridges burned in the night
On opposite sides of the river
Right
Left
Wrong
Walking away
In opposite directions
See you on the other side.
Submitting this for open link night at dVerse and the anthology.
Like what you’re reading? Subscribe and stay in touch with every new post!
I am glad to see this, so well it fits the anthology. The growing divide and how it has been growing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Another poem of ammunition in the fight for democracy, the role of law, decency and yet so subtly wrought without mentioning the loud and obvious one…
LikeLiked by 2 people