May 2015
'
The weary social consciousness arose,
the adulation reveals
the personification of hope;
What of our communal yesterday?
We, the refugees of our past mistakes,
embodied by a bush that no longer burns,
consumed in the fervent disappointment and disgust.
Our faith is now rewarded -
an olive branch has been offered;
and on one shoulder lay what we only
dare to hope, 'Perhaps, perhaps...'
The journey to that time and day
begins today, sworn in resolutely.
The weary arise to lift their chins.
The din roars above the pros and cons.
The person to lead a nation and a globe sworn in again.
What of our communal tomorrow...?
____✒
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The weary social consciousness arose,
the adulation reveals
the personification of hope;
What of our communal yesterday?
We, the refugees of our past mistakes,
embodied by a bush that no longer burns,
consumed in the fervent disappointment and disgust.
Our faith is now rewarded -
an olive branch has been offered;
and on one shoulder lay what we only
dare to hope, 'Perhaps, perhaps...'
The journey to that time and day
begins today, sworn in resolutely.
The weary arise to lift their chins.
The din roars above the pros and cons.
The person to lead a nation and a globe sworn in again.
What of our communal tomorrow...?
____✒
○●
°
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