In the Shadow of the Night King

From heated debates venting so much hate,

temperatures rise; before our eyes

a storm rolls in; we’re at the beginning

of bigger things. Who could have imagined

this turn of the tides: whitewater churning—

every day now spent “unlearning”

the truth as we knew it? History shows that
we’ve been here before…hard to ignore

how it repeats, how it depletes our energy.

Once more drained, the power remains—

with whom you say? On any given day

we’re being slammed, completely hammered

with lies and innuendo. Who has the truth?

It’s been lost at a cost we cannot grasp.

When shit starts at the top and rolls downhill

the mirrors go up to reflect the swill

that we’ve become. It isn’t pretty…

When we ourselves get caught in the heat

then Evil Incarnate’s plan is complete

Ever further from middle ground

we wait for the “other side” to fall down.

When common sense itself rescinds

we divide to be conquered from within.

Brother to brother, friend to friend

that’s how a civil war begins.

Have we been played from beginning to end?

The climate is changing as leadership wanes

no respect in the masses, no political gains

stagnant, repugnant, recalcitrant too

how sad, indeed… What can we do?

No strong enough leader to rally behind

would it be surprising to see an uprising?

With daily inciting the Devil’s enticing us;

will we be caught up in his little game?

When every day promises more of the same.

We’ve stepped back into the Twilight Zone

where blatant hatred thought unknown

marches in the streets again—

everyone loses, no on wins.

So “savvy up” people, look around

only we can make the change that’s needed.

We see the writing on the wall,
how long before the warning’s heeded?

© Ginny Brannan 2017