A White Badge of Survival
What happens when a ship’s sail needs to be righted?
The ship lists to and fro
on a sea of troubles, so it goes.
Hypocrisy in a democracy is a land blighted.
Another land, another century, an Irish poet
Saw “Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.”
What happens when 100+ years and another center
Fails to hold is a nation’s plight?
A beast so bold slithers not to heaven
but towards a vortex spinning out of control.
So many mighty souls have been slighted.
Others on the horizon watched passions ignited.
A land tested by wars, by assassinations, by depressions,
Fraying at the seams.
This time, this time, a rider-less ebony horse
Mourns not a leader but a democracy.
Will the ship run or stay its course?
Author: L.S. Goldberg
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