The Aftermath - The Conundrum
2009-2017
Now, we at the end of an
octave
Of massive social transformation,
Of tradition turned
upside down,
Decadence as norm,
mutilation.
We had no Second Coming,
The center did not hold,
The right indulged its false purity,
The left continued toward its
progressive fool’s gold.
We endured this decadent
octave,
A relentless imposition
of elite sophistry into fact.
Now in the advent of
change,
Our solace seemingly sacked.
We lost our gut, our
constitution,
Right, wrong, and morals
relative.
Our once-stable pyramid,
its foundation
Now teetering on its
summit.
On the cusp of this
octave’s aftermath
With no stalwart to
elect,
People should vote their
wrath,
Reversing this season of
disruption and neglect.
(c) 2016 Worth Earlwood Norman Jr
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