Throw Caution Not to the Wind

Throw Caution Not to the Wind

Recall the end of World War One?

When reparations therein demanded

On a nation with resources none,

Creating a Weimar empty handed?

What happens naturally in any situation,

When in years of strong arm controls

Or, when the people’s House institution

As if a tree, cease sourcing itself from their rich soil?

Three branches of the established tree once equal,

And the most populate the most weak,

Tossed about by the other two as if a needle

Not by wind, but bi-polar power on it wreaked.

Triune inequality makes for dangerous a void,

One branch not using its roots

And leaving a fertile ground once enjoyed.

That ground, like a volcano, erupts with new fruits.

With this situation anything seems better than nothing,

With progressive measures to quell,

The grand old pretenders only bluffing

When feigning to stamp out the progressive spell.

The void, that vacuum, opens a new door,

For a different voice on the stump.

Elated, the people see a new boy,

To the old boys they think he will trump.

Be cautious of the lessons from Weimar,

Salvation pretenders and their solution.

What might look like a shining high star,

Could actually burn the entire tree as substitution.