Some More Time (a poem)

Saturday, February 8, 2025

Never knew what we had.
Scorpion bite—it’s gone.
Winds of change,
the whole world whistling,
singing one song.

Topple crooked representation.
We the people,
the land of the brave—
where are they?

Ad, power—
bends our hearts and minds,
makes enemies
of people we’ve never seen.

Up to Boston,
noon tea—
but it’s no party.

We just have a cup
and capitulate.

All hail the king.
An engaged citizenry—
an illusion.

No one gets
off their ass.

Replace the system.
Reinforce the narrative.
Join or die.

Revolutionary,
rebel scum,
on the plains—

independence threatened
by a different kind of enemy,
one from within.

Economic squabble,
bleeding out down south,
some old battlefield
in Blue Ridge.

The seams and stitches—
a festering wound,
oozing,
and we pretend
there’s no infection.

It can’t be.

Phobias and crooks,
power plays,
ensuring the power reigns
for another thousand years.

Burnt-out neocortex,
empathy organs—
ruptured, failing.

Woah, this woe on me—
I’m sinking,
the heavy feeling
that nothing’s gonna change,

that things will just
keep on breaking
till they can’t
get no more broken.

That entropy—
a wildfire;
here, then gone.

Will the next empire
remember us,
and wonder,
just why
we stopped trying?

All I’ve got is you.

My hands,
clasp the door handle—
no one’s getting in here, babe.

If it’s the last thing I do,
you’ll be damn sure—
I love you mad.

Till the next,
saluting you with a sacrifice.

Go on
with the liberty
we bought today.

Some more time,
at least.

If that’s all we’ve got,
then I’m giving mine
to you.

#poem