It’s no betrayal
To stand by your convictions
In the face of tyranny
It’s no betrayal
To stand by your convictions
In the face of tyranny
Today Themis weeps
Glorious tears of honor
In her faithful servant’s name
All clubs and diamonds
It’s a different game they play
No hearts and No spades
Almost half these souls today
Standing queued at the SSA
Voted for that jaundiced bloke
Who has promised to revoke
The services they’re here to get
Without the single least regret
Careless or how much they paid
Regardless of the plans they made
All throughout their working years
To avoid the pain and tears
Spoken of in elder’s tales
Of the trials and travails
Before this social safety net
Made retirement a safe bet
All to give a tasty treat
To his buddies on Wall Steet.
What’s that they’re doing,
Fostering baser instincts?
Playing the trump card!
Listen to his shills
Trumpeting that vitriol
As a wonder cure.
Watch the ravenous masses
Devour it devoutly.
Every passing year
Drives in deeper the wedges
Increasing the strain
On civil interaction.
How much longer can
This great tree of liberty
Remain unsundered standing?
Forget Perfection!
Flawless gems have no fire;
Relish every fault!
Beauty even here
In these lazy eddy curls:
Exhaust pipe vapor
While I was driving today, I saw a young man walking slowly beside a young woman in full length, multi layered, traditional robes, perhaps Nepali, mostly in reds but with a green cloth head covering. They seemed to be having a quiet conversation. Their body language looked either intimate or conspiratorial; leaning in toward each other with out touching. About 15 feet behind them walked two older men of an age to be the parents of the younger pair. They too were talking quietly together and seemed to be watching the boy and the girl. All three men were wearing clean but plain Nepali style clothing.
This seemed rather out of place to me as I was driving in Richmond, Virginia. I am wondering if I had the privilege to witnessed some small part of a traditional courtship ritual. That seems to be my immediate impression and it made me feel all proud and paternal.
I have no idea why!
Iron wheels on rails
Like whale song through the forest
Echos hauntingly
O deceitful sun
Weaving bright and hopeful lies
On this winter morn